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Copeland makes me sit still.
Quiet now, your voice seems miles away, but somehow I hear your song resound a little bit softer each day...
I cannot help but smile with every single word Aaron Marsh sings. I've spent the past six and a half hours sitting in my room listening to every single Copeland song on repeat and drawing, and I feel so perfectly content.
It's 4:00am, I have given up on forcing sleep through medication. Instead, I'll let the sunlight stream into my room. I'll crash sometime around 8:00am and wake up by 11:00am. My body is a mess, I don't know what to do anymore. I have an appointment with my gynecologist tomorrow to find out if my problem is hormonal. If she can't find out what's wrong, I guess I have to go do a sleep study. To be completely honest, I'm scared to find out what's wrong. I'm scared the cause of my insomnia is something serious.
"You lose control when you hold too tight,
And turn your head long enough to let it bite.
Cause faith left me staring at the ceiling through the night.
It's freaking me out.
And when I fell asleep, it plagued my dreams,
And 30 bits of glass had become my teeth.
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.
It's freaking me out."
I have a ton of things to say.
Sometime in my lifetime I will write something really important. Something that changes people's lives. Something that people read and they are never the same because of it.
I have read Catcher In The Rye three times in the past month. This summer I have already had more adventures than I can count.
I am different than I was two weeks ago, but I don't mind, and I don't understand it yet.
I am a work in progress, and I haven't reached my full potential yet, but I am joyful.
YOU are my joy YOU are my joy YOU are my joy.
I want to paint three of the walls in my room a soft shade of green, and leave the wall with the lyrics to "You Love To Sing" white. Those lyrics are painted in green, so it will look okay.
I want my eyes to shut and stay shut for one whole night.
I want Aaron Marsh to decide to go on tour and be in town on my birthday. It's a Saturday this year, and for someone who's given up drinking, spending my 21st birthday at a Copeland show sounds pretty darn amazing.
I love that band too much.
Quiet now, your voice seems miles away, but somehow I hear your song resound a little bit softer each day...
I cannot help but smile with every single word Aaron Marsh sings. I've spent the past six and a half hours sitting in my room listening to every single Copeland song on repeat and drawing, and I feel so perfectly content.
It's 4:00am, I have given up on forcing sleep through medication. Instead, I'll let the sunlight stream into my room. I'll crash sometime around 8:00am and wake up by 11:00am. My body is a mess, I don't know what to do anymore. I have an appointment with my gynecologist tomorrow to find out if my problem is hormonal. If she can't find out what's wrong, I guess I have to go do a sleep study. To be completely honest, I'm scared to find out what's wrong. I'm scared the cause of my insomnia is something serious.
"You lose control when you hold too tight,
And turn your head long enough to let it bite.
Cause faith left me staring at the ceiling through the night.
It's freaking me out.
And when I fell asleep, it plagued my dreams,
And 30 bits of glass had become my teeth.
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.
It's freaking me out."
I have a ton of things to say.
Sometime in my lifetime I will write something really important. Something that changes people's lives. Something that people read and they are never the same because of it.
I have read Catcher In The Rye three times in the past month. This summer I have already had more adventures than I can count.
I am different than I was two weeks ago, but I don't mind, and I don't understand it yet.
I am a work in progress, and I haven't reached my full potential yet, but I am joyful.
YOU are my joy YOU are my joy YOU are my joy.
I want to paint three of the walls in my room a soft shade of green, and leave the wall with the lyrics to "You Love To Sing" white. Those lyrics are painted in green, so it will look okay.
I want my eyes to shut and stay shut for one whole night.
I want Aaron Marsh to decide to go on tour and be in town on my birthday. It's a Saturday this year, and for someone who's given up drinking, spending my 21st birthday at a Copeland show sounds pretty darn amazing.
I love that band too much.