Dear Carly,

I don’t know what to do anymore. You scare me with every meal you skip and every time you cry. You’re perfect, and I don’t understand why you don’t see it. Please, please stop, I just really don’t want to go to bed worried anymore. That you might be gone the next day and that it would be my fault. I’ve tried everything. Just please for me, please change. Never listen to guys because guys suck. You’ll see once you get out of this town that everything is better. It gets better, people change, and you should be alive to see that.

Xo,

Lindsey, age 15