About Tie: A nickname I think, I'm not sure. But this is a guy that I met last week at Jesus Camp. He doesn't know my name, he doesn't remember me, (and if he does I'm sorry for him,) but I remember him. I'd tell you to full story if you want, but it's a real sob story. Comment and I might add it on to here.
Dear Tie,
I never caught your name, but I saw you around camp. I met you during the midnight free time/ games thingy on... Wednesday, I think? Besides the point.
You scared me. I was worried for you. Like, really really worried. As worried as I was when Amelia disappeared. You told me a lot, even though you didn't know my name. You told me about your family, and your health. I just want you to know, you're entitled to your feelings, and they aren't stupid. You'll probably never read this.
When I saw you around camp, you were always smiling and laughing with friends all around you. That scared me even more, knowing that they probably had no idea what you were thinking in the mind of yours that night talked to you. It made the hard truth that so many people are hiding behind masks hit me like a bus. You look, outside of the context in which I met you, like a typical high school jock that has all the friends. Jesus, did that scare me. Anyone can be depressed, be anxious, be suicidal. Even you, even me. Even a kid who prays for their problems to go away every night can still have them in the morning.
Tie, you aren't alone. It sucks right now, and it will for awhile, I'm sure. But it gets better. That's what I was always told.
And I believe it with all my heart.
Friends will come and go, we both know that. And lots of families are shitty. But wait. Please just wait. A few minutes, a few days, however long it takes. The razor blade hurts when it hits your skin, and those pills will hurt your guts. Killing your body doesn't help your soul, time does.
I should know.
Sincerely, the little blonde girl, who 'wouldn't understand'
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