Is it really Munday already?
My dearest, darlingest Hermione,
Did that come across as sarcastic? No? Hmmm... Well, I guess I'll have to work on that, because it was truly meant to be. Why? Because you torment me, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, insisting on being at the forefront of all of my thoughts. I can't do anything without your constant nagging, telling me how you would do it differently, say it differently, hear it differently. Well, you get the picture.
You've been a part of me for so long that I feel empty on the few occasions that you're silent, but that doesn't mean that I don't need those times. You ate Lilly and Damian, and now you won't let Hayley say more than two words to Doc before you remind her that you knew him first, and that he's only with her because I forced you back into your own verse and he needed someone other than Rose. And now, when someone else pops into my brain - a new thought, not necessarily anything to threaten you - you throw a hissy fit until I let you take over again.
*sigh*
What am I going to do with you? There are days that I think I need therapy, or an exorcism at the least, but I love you too much. I suppose I'll just keep self-medicating and letting you have things your way for a bit longer.
No love,
Your human slave