I love music. I spend more than half of my school day in music classes, and on my spare time teach myself new instruments and write songs. I love it, and I wish I could do it my whole life.
and I will, even if it means living in a box.
it is well worth it.

special thanks to everyone that has ever encouraged me on this, telling me I'm good when I say I'm not, and repeatedly having faith in me through all of my... well... endeavors

specifically...
my dear Mother, who made the stupid mistake of promising me years ago that she would never deny me anything to do with music within reason. Years later and after spending more money than I am worth on guitars, tuning pianos, microphones, books, lessons, random instruments picked up in random places (like a banjo, or a mandolin), she still supports me in everything I do (and brings me hot tea after I've been slaughtering my vocal chords all night).
my Uncle Dale, who supplies me with good equipment at a low price from his pawn shop and has never stopped believing in me and supporting me in my music.
my dearest Taylor HR, who is by far a better writer than me, and continually gives me inspiration and also gets me through my day and will always listen to my songs and tell me if they suck. (which they never have ;)
all those stupid boys that a lot of these songs are about. I wish I could punch you. Instead I'll get famous off of you. HA! take that!