i miss devin. i love her so much. i mean, when you tell someone youlovethem, it has to have an impact, but sometimes, i know that what that person felt when i said i loved them was no where near as violent a feeling as how much i actually mean it. and i wish i knew how she felt about me. she loves her boyfriend, but believe me, that never stopped anyone from loving another person. i don't advocate cheating on anyone, just dumping them for someone better. but, alas, i am the freak between us. i am the one with no car, and i'm the one who's flat broke. as much as i hate money i want it. i keep it in a money-clip. i'd like to add to it. that's where a job comes in. and i don't have one, and it seems the fact i'm a white male under the age of 18 prohibits me getting a job. man, society blows. i need a spliff before i spontaneously combust.