Letter from Ana
Dear Iris,I love you, you know this. That's why I'm asking you to stop eating. Put the sandwich down. All it is, is fat. You're cramming fat down your throat so you feel guilty and purge it right back up, so stop. For me, and for Creed, and for you. I love you, that is why I am telling you this. You know that. Love,Your loving friend, who only cares about you.--Ana
