Karen,
Sending you a message through your own email account is probably not the best idea. But your password was so easy to guess that I couldn't help myself. Really, Karen, you have to change it immediately. I've technically only known you for a couple of days and I've already been able to figure it out. Although, apparently I'm you -- and you're me -- so I already knew your password? I don't know anymore. I don't know much of anything anymore. Trust me when I say that this whole thing is just as confusing for me as it is for you.
By now, I'm sure you think that you're losing your mind. Don't worry. It's just me. Your other half. A Kryptonian alien living inside of your head. Okay, on second thought, maybe you are going a little crazy. With the way that you keep trying to shut me out, trying to deny everything that's happening, I can tell that you don't want any part of this madness. I can't be "out" for more than half an hour before you force yourself to push me back into the deepest, darkest corner of your mind. I had to resort to drawing the House of El symbol everywhere just to get your attention (sorry for wasting all your notebook pages, by the way). I don't blame you for trying to fight against me. You're scared. I understand. You just want to be normal and live a normal life.
But we are not normal. We have never been normal. It's not fair, I know. It angers you. It angers me, too. If it makes you feel better, though, I'd say that you've lead a more ordinary life than I ever could. I'm actually quite jealous of you, to be honest. You're so... human. You don't remember Krypton. You don't remember its destruction. I wish I could forget, to be completely free of all these painful memories, even if that means having to forget my family. Maybe then I wouldn't miss them so much. Maybe then I wouldn't be so angry.
I know that doesn't make any sense to you. I'm still trying to get used to it myself. Being out of the loop is frustrating me so much. I just want to punch something, but you could regain control of "yourself" any minute now and I can't waste this precious time making a hole in your wall. I have to finish this email, even if the chance of you ever taking any of this seriously is almost nonexistent. I have to at least try. All I really understand is that something big is happening. Something very bad. I promise you that I'm going to figure this out. We are going to figure this out.
You're Karen and I'm Kara. But we are both Supergirl. This is our life.
Please stay safe. And for the love of Rao, dye your hair back to blonde!
Kara Zor-El
[ooc: this email has since been deleted from karen's inbox]