Hey. 

Hi. 

How are you holding up? 

The hospital sucks. Apparently I'm to fat for an eating disorder. 

Okay. 

Listen here. 

You are not fat, and you never were. I hate that you do this to yourself, but you need to understand that I love you. I love you so fucking much that it hurts me physically and emotionally, literally. My heart aches for you because you don't get it. You're beautiful. 

I love you.