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Love. Just a four letter word, should be easy enough to define, right? Completely wrong. There's nothing, absolutely nothing, easy about love. It's hard to give, sometimes even harder to accept. Me? I've never loved anyone, though once I thought I had. I was wrong. I know what you're thinking. Not even your family, or just your friends? Nope, not at all. Actually, the reason I can't love is my family. When I was young, I was delusional. I said I loved my father, we did everything together. I just never felt love for my mom, not at all. We got along, don't get the wrong idea. But all she ever was to me is a friend. She was never really there when I needed her. My father though, he was the center of my universe. But time goes on, people change. My parents began to fight. All I would ever do was cry. When I woke up, got home from school, went to bed, it was all the same. I haven't cried since I was nine. I'm fifteen now. I grew cold inside, and became angry at the world. My parents grew apart, and one day my father just left. I was young and hurt. He didn't say a word of parting, he just left. My mom cried for days. So did I, but that was the last time ever, I vowed. Well, just because they fought didn't mean she wanted him to leave. So some say love is when you're at a loss for words. Others say it's when you're never able to stop smiling. I've never felt like this. I just say love is non-existant. So I don't love anyone. But that doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I'm nice to others, even though some people think I'm weird. And I agree with them. I put it this way, if you're weird, you're normal. Everyone is weird in at least some way. And if you're normal, you're weird, because honestly, no one is normal, no matter what they say. For lack of any better word, I'm unique. I'm unlike anybody I know, and completely proud of it. I'm likeable enough, and fairly intelligent. I get A's and B's, but I don't think I've ever said a word to any of my teachers by my own personal will. So some of my teachers have never heard me speak, and definitely haven't seen me smile. You could say I'm hard to please. Smiling is a rare thing for me. I'm only five-foot two, shorter than the average high-schooler. A lot of people tell me I'm beautiful. I have long, red hair, complimented by emerald green eyes. I'm slender, but not like all those other twigs you see. Athletic, you could say. My skin is light, and I've never managed to tan in my life. So I like who I am. I'm just me, nothing more, nothing less.