It took me quite some time to find you again. Camfee, right? Call me Wren.
I'm not sure if you kept in contact with Ellen, or if she's mentioned me at all, but nevertheless, I only assume its polite to introduce myself.
I'll get straight to the point, is it possible for you to give me any information on your sister? How she was before being... Like that. She's quite depressed, and me and someone else are planning on making her feel better.
My The poor girl feels less than human.
Any and all information is appreciated.
It is quite lovely to meet you.
Oh my god, it's you. Wren. You're real. She told me all about you, I was so fucking worried you were an imaginary friend because people this good don't seem to exist for us anymore, but you're real. Oh my god. Yes.
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for taking care of her more than I can. The DMS keeps close eyes on me or whatever the fuck because of them thinking I'll try to rip her out again, but I'd rather die than- anyway. Thank you, Wren, for taking care of my baby sister.
...yeah. Yeah, she gets like that. She spirals. What helps is to point out how she's feeling. She feels so much. She always has.
Um. What she was like before. Ellen was outdoorsy, really outdoorsy. She liked to watch chaos instead of being part of it, usually. Loves climbing. A huge fan of heights, but if she slips at all, she's shy the rest of the trip. Big fan of bear hugs- I guess that part doesn't matter.
She likes stuffed animals. She always kept some in her bed, but started hiding them on her thirteenth birthday because her friends told her teenagers don't sleep with stuffed animals. If you could get her one, I think she'd really like it.
God, there's so much to say, I'm sorry Wren. I want to help, I really do, but... I know they can see everything on the blogs. Especially hers. She's run through their servers, after all.
Can we, like, meet up? Or text? Or something??? I swear to god I am a real person
