And she’s anorexic.  Like, terribly anorexic.  It hasn’t begun to show as horrible as it could but she still binges and purges and all of these terrible things.  I feel horrible for her.  And I want to help but we hardly talk.  The brave thing to do would be to go up to her and just hug her because I know she probably needs that right now.  But how would you feel if a random stranger came up to you and gave you a sentimental hug? Probably really weirded out.  I’m praying for her.  Which is stronger than any action.  And I’m really hoping that God will keep her safe and help her find her way because absolutely no one deserves to live the way that she does.  She has her whole life ahead of her…

I will always love you.

Blackbird, fly.