just a little love song

((posted directly after her part in this thread))

[[Though it's being posted and made visible now, the date stamp on this post is from the very beginning of August, 2008 - namely after the fear gas and her killing spree. She forgot about its existence, and it has remained unchanged since then.]]

I could die at any moment. I know. Don't like it, but don't have to. Just happens whether I want it to or not. So I have decided to write to you, and if I die, then you'll get your message.

Everyone: Stop fighting and put people together instead. Much more beneficial to your karma.

Oh Captain: Stop complaining, you're the cap'n. Deal with it. :P Love you.

Vesmier: You did a lot for me. More than you had to. I'd be lost without you. Thank you.

Sydney: I'm sorry I stabbed you. :C I hope you got better okay.

TARDIS: <3333333333333333 <--forever

Daniel: I will inform you if there is an afterlife. Love you, time man.

Kara: darksister. love. alwaysforever. see you when you come.

Julian: Be good. I know you can. not your fault. Promise you'll be okay without me. I'll wait for you. always be your mei mei. Wŏ ài nĭ, gē ge.

April hasn't done much with the journal she has tucked in the strap that held Julian's Kimber in place at the small of her back when she arrived. ( ... )

Don't come for me.

He has me, but don't come for me. He'll hurt you, too, and I couldn't bear it.

I'm fine. The Doctor's here.

Don't come.

Kara something's wrong something's really really wrong where are you why aren't you here you need to come home NOW please.

Is EVERYONE leaving?

I don't want to be alone.

Thank you. Again. Thank you.

There's a lot of... I can tell it's not structured like it was before, probably due to the psychic abilities that I didn't have before it was shattered. And it's very tenuously structured, not that I blame you at all, and I know we can strengthen it with more time and effort.

Let me know when you can do it again. It makes me nervous, having it so shaky. If it breaks again...

I don't know if my psyche would actually emerge intact from that. Maybe you know better than I do, but I really don't think I would survive it. Not with any semblance of sanity or potential for healing, at any rate.



...right, I'm going to stop rambling. I always did talk too much. My father would

Thank you. This means the world to me.