Dickey's Blog

I'm trapped. HELP. Honestly, the past week got me thinking that maybe I should just go crawl in a corner with my guitar and not come out until I've written a song. Seriously, when I get home, I'm taking out the pencil and the notebook and just writing emo poetry.


















But I'm still never going to cut. EVER. The hair(which is horribly failing) and the music will likely be the only things to change about me.