i want to write something worthy of how magical you are rts. words are floundering at the moment for me but...
i cried when i read your message.
sweetheart, you can't die. you can't, you won't. my facebook shows you as a sister and that's a pack that i won't have broken. anorexia can go fuck right off, she isn't taking you away.
i can't believe how poorly you got, how they didn't notice you slip before them. i hate how i cannot give you a hug and talk in code about calories and getting better.
when we were trapped here you were the closest friend i had, i fitted in for the first time i can remember. i owe you so much rts. (i know you hate that nickname, sorry love).
i'm praying for you. my adopted wee sis, one of my best friends, a teapot with a handle just now but not forever.
loveyou r. everyone does.
x xx
even though you don't know her, please pray for her. i just want her to get better.