They always tell you that you'll automatically know what love is when you find it. But, some people never find it. Some people live alone. They're bitter. All because someone made them that way. Someone went out of their way to make sure they destroyed any happiness left in that person. They destroyed their ability to love. When you see a boy or a girl who are depressed and hate themselves, it's because someone took all their hope away. But, in my case, that "Someone", that backstabbing, love-destroyer, is cancer.