Carrie, your father and I are worried.
We tried so hard with you. You had everything in the world you could ever want, from shoes to education. You may think that running off and joining a cult only affects you, but you are damaging your father and I, not only emotionally, but also in terms of our family's reputation we've struggled so hard to build. The Cretus Cult isn't something that's easy to explain to our friends. Everyone is always asking how you are doing, and this is not what we want to be telling them.
You may think that you've had a difficult life, but you have not. You may think you know something about the world that we don't know, but I believe you are mistaken. I don't mean to be harsh with you, dear, but this whole situation really is ridiculous and I do not appreciate what you are doing to us.
Despite all of this, your father and I are more than willing to take you back in at home and get you the help that you need, and you know that. We're your parents, we love you, and we always will. We just want to make sure you get the right kind of help. We are worried sick about you.
Carrie, I'm sorry.
Listen, Carrie, I know we've had our differences and I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but I feel it's important for me to speak.
Baby, I don't know if this is my fault or not, but I can't help but feel responsible. Our break up was rough and I know I probably could have handled things in a better way. I never thought it would result in this though. Look at how glamorous you are in this picture. I always loved you because you always were the hottest one in the room and you knew it. Somehow when we split you just started to go off the deep end though. I don't know what happened.
I know it was awkward for you to hang in the group after what happened, but we'd all rather fight through that awkwardness than see you run off with some religious freaks. You can still have an amazing life and it doesn't have to end like this. You're probably upset with Sarah too, but she is also here to support you. I know your father will help you get back on your feet and get the professional help you need. I can't offer you romance anymore, but I can offer to be a friend. You had such a perfect life, and you can have that again. Why throw all of that away?
Praying for you,
Carrie, what happened?
Of all the pictures I have of you, this is the one that sticks out most to me. You look like a ghost. You're hiding off to the side and out of focus. This picture happened right around the time we all noticed you secluding yourself and really changing. I should have picked up on the signs and been a better friend and tried to help you. We all knew you were not in a good place, and yet we didn't do anything about it. In reality I just thought you started thinking you were better than us, and it hurt me, and that's why I didn't try to reach out. That wasn't good of me and I'm sorry. If you get this message and you do decide to come back, I would really like to try my best to be your friend again no matter how hard it is. I don't know what that cult has done to you, but I'm here to help make you better. You're a STAR Carrie. You used to be stunning and you can be again!
Carrie, come back to reality.
Do you even remember taking this picture? I hadn't seen you in months and we ran into each other on the street outside of the Hyatt. I barely recognized you and you were acting so weird. I feel like a crazy person even saying this, but you were talking about wormholes and other dimensions. Part of me thought you were on drugs and another part of me thought you were about to shoot up the streets.
I'm not trying to sound like a bitch, I'm just trying to explain to you how scary it was to me. And the reason it was scary is because that's not the Carrie I knew. You could always be cold at times, but this was on another level. Hopefully you read this and realize that you're better than that.
We are all praying for you and I hope it's not too late for you to save yourself.
Carrie, this isn't you.
Growing up, you were always the one everyone wanted to be, but you were the only one who didn't know that. You had beauty, grace, and elegance, and even though you liked to hide it, I know you had the brains too. You weren't the type to follow.
We haven't spoken in years, but this is the last picture you posted before all of this happened, and it's so odd to me. I see my old friend in your eyes, but the rest of it is someone I don't know. Believe me, I get that people change, but please don't forget who you are.
Be safe. Come home. I'm here for you if you need anything at all.