love.

is it terrible to be cynical about love before you're ever experienced it? or, heck, before you've even turned sixteen? it feels like love is for the people who have too much time on their hands or are dissilusioned by hormones and lust. Or the othertaspect apears that while maybe it once could've existsed, life, struggles and arguments have compeltly erradicated any sense of love which once existed. isn't it awful? I feel that love is just something to get in the way of my goals or will occupy too much time, which, I know is a terrible stance. I don't want to waste my time on something which will just overwhelm my senses and leave me with a negative feeling in the end. is love worth the fight? i guess we're all so determined to find "love" that we all so  illusioned into relationships which really aren't even close to true love, but follows the guidelines set by movies, magazines and media. I suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment, because i'm not exactly looking for a husband, but nonetheless i'm curious. i'll probably end up a lonely old woman with 50 ferrets, fluroscent pink hair, eating waffles all day, making hair accessories and a closet full of sequined clothing which i'll wear around the house cause i have nowhere to go, but hopefully my mind will be changed before then. although, that fate doesn't sound completly awful i suppose....

hannahllllllleighehman.