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Date: 18 March 2007 20:46:08
Music was my first love and it will be my last
Music of the future and music of the past
To live without my music would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles my music pulls me through
John Miles
These lyrics sum it up totally. And it totally sucks that although my speaking voice has come back, my singing voice still doesn't work. And I hate it. With a passion.
A woman walked out in front of a car in front of me earlier. It was as we were pulling up to a junction so luckily we weren't going fast. The car just drove round her. I stopped and opened my window a bit to talk to her. She was very wound up. Hysterical or drunk, I'm not sure which. She wanted a lift. I really wanted to give her one. But its such a shit of a world that I didn't. We were right near the train station, so I pointed out the bus stop, knowing that the buses are frequent into town, and also said that there were taxis in the station. She said she just needed a lift. She said she wouldn't hurt me. I wasn't frightened of that. She was so desparate. I so wanted to help. What a fucking shit of a place that I felt I couldn't. It shouldn't be like that.