*The journal starts off first with a breath, like someone is about to say something really important, but difficult to say. But instead of words, there's just a soft, slow sigh. Talking about this really isn't going to be easy, so she promptly decides to write things down instead. She writes very carefully, not committing to putting the words down until she's got them straight in her head, which is unusual for Selphie*

My whole life, I've never known my parents. They died when I was very young, it seemed, and recently I've gained back some memories of the orphanage I used to live in. I didn't know what they looked like, what they did, what kind of people they were. In a way, I think I accepted that. I was never adopted, and I was sent to live at a military school. That, for me, was always that. Of course I wondered. Of course I imagined they'd come back. But what I never imagined, was meeting someone here who does have memories of my parents.

These past couple of months, it's like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm not even in my home world. Since the new year, one thing after another, and another. Sometimes it's just hard to know what to think anymore. It's not just this place, but the people too. I've always been a think-on-your-feet, live-in-the-moment type girl, but until recently, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how quickly everything can completely change, swept from beneath your feet, dumped on you from a great height.

Now that I've written this much, I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to say. I suppose, just that, even though this world isn't home, there's no underestimating what might happen, and how the people we meet here might affect us.

Just keep happy, everyone.

Just keep doing the things that make you smile.

*Then the journal entry finishes. There's not the usual signing of her name, not the usual message of love and peace, nor a scribbled love heart, or a smiley face. But she does go back to underline that last line, if even for her own sake than anyone else's*
 

*There's a rustling of blankets and paper, the sounds up someone curled up with a book, which would be quite right*

So, I found this book of love poems I forgot I had. Figured I should share some since it's nearly lovers' day and all!

*And she'll proceed to very carefully read several choice poems from the book. She pauses in places for dramatic effect, gives longing sighs where they're need, and giggles after reading any that hint at more physical kinds of love. Really, these are enjoyable and enthusiastic readings*

There ya go, lovers! You can use them to share with your sweethearts, and you are very welcome!

Oh - if you wanna hear any others or wanna borrow the book to read, just let me know!~

Hmm, no, not you. You'd be far too bubbly!

...toilet cleaner? No - that smells too weird...

Laundry detergent. Yes, that'll be perfect!

Are you kidding? That's just stupid. The worst idea you've had.

*No, this isn't a conversation that's being broadcast, but the same voice, just one seems more bitter, more aggravated, than the first*

Okay, okay. Whatever...

Aha! This is perfect! Extra, extra strong bleach. 

Really? Is that the best you've got?

Alright, so it's not dynamite, but it'll work. Do not use in an enclosed space. Do not use near a naked flame. Huh, sounds pretty powerful to me!

Ha!

Ooh! Look! An axe! 

It's blunt! Don't be ridiculous! What good is a blunt axe?

But I can get it sharpened... Make it useful...

*There's a loud thud as something heavy hits the journal. There's a long pause, then some laughter*

Oops! This wasn't supposed to be open!

You stupid, useless -

*Whatever profanity that was about to follow is cut short, and there ends that post. Nothing to hear here, just someone making an inventory of the cleaning products on their ship*