These past few days, though some of my friends have been checking up on me regularly, it's my little sister, who also went through this a few years ago who has kept me company. She's in Europe now and has been calling at least once a day basically to make sure I'm still alive. I've been telling her everything - dark and twisty stuff, too. Today, I got a call from my mother, who is in the US telling me basically to stop telling my sister things because she is very worried and plus her phone bill is going to be crazy high. I'm left without my rock. Sorry, just ranting.