I'm having a fangirl moment.

I've heard a song that fits a fanfic perfectly, and it's not my fic:

Love By You
Indigo Girls,
As sung by Joan Armatrading.

anybody looking on they can see you're not so good
people in the know they can see i miss you
in the night with no one to hear me i'm afraid and i cry
seasons change but there's nothing changes my mind

i've been loving you too long and i can't seem to stop
you are my lifeline you make me happy
i said that, had to say it baby
who on earth ever held me like you
i'd like to see someone try
love by you and no other loving will do

in your time baby come back to me please
don't leave this girl lost in space
you're the only one who could guide me out of this maze

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The fic is that one where Harry is a priest. And Hermione is looking for him. Yeah.

Hard month...

It's been a very challenging month for me, but God told me it was coming when Tina did a reading for me. I know it's not going to stop, there's going to be a lot of hard stuff ahead.

I have been unwell for three days, suffering from bad period cramps. On the first day I felt so bad I nearly spewed. I didn't let myself cause I had to keep the yarrow tea and the disprin max pills down. I won't take Disprin again, it made me feel sick.

I've had a lot of time to sit around and think, probably too much time. I read a book called "My Place", and I was very moved.

( My Place and the Stolen Generation. )

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( What family means to me. )

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I'm worried about my manager. I sometimes worry he's not all that great, that he's hiding things from me. I feel like it's all taking far too long to happen.

I guess I'm very impatient. But at the same time I don't have time to waste. I want to make my music. I don't think I can convey in words the utter desperation I feel, the deep need inside of me to give of myself with music. Sometimes I think I would shrivel up and die if I couldn't do this, if my song wasn't heard. I always feel as though it's why I'm here, and if I'm not here singing I'm no good for anything. Maybe that's why I haven't been writing as many stories or drawing as many pictures as I used to. Singing is all I want to do anymore.

Sing, and hope that for one tiny moment, someone knows that they're not alone, that what they feel has been put into song, and that something precious has been captured in song. There is nothing more fulfilling to me than someone hearing my song and saying, "It says how I feel", or "You put how I felt into a sound." In that moment, (and it is such a rare moment), I know I'm doing the good work I was put here for. I know I'm doing the right thing.

Shoe!

I wear shoes