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Josh, today I can´t sleep, can´t rrite, and nidear talk. But I stil have my eyes to sea and know That I love You and miss you so much that i cant go to the bathroom and po. You are my Luz my star. Rite me a story to SAVE my brother, he neads a way tu ES CA PE Your litel sister stefy.zzzzZZZZ Deja tu mail Juegas Poker o un PokeMon Mas? Puro tramite la caga

I got this mail at 4:30am the other night. I read it in the day of course, and found it kinda funny… I supposed my sister was under the effects of alcohol or something. Of course this mail makes a lot of sense to me now.

Mom took my brother to Argentina a week ago, about. I haven’t known how to blog about it and kept putting it off. My dad called this morning, just an hour ago. He told me my sister had been acting strange since my mom disappeared. She’d been coming up with strange… phrases and humorless black humor. Last night he and his girlfriend went to eat out and it seems my sister finally had too much.

She started talking gibberish. At first they thought she was on drugs and took her to the hospital, where they said she was fine, but she had had a mental breakdown. The took her to a mental institute and if she’s not there now it’s because they had no beds for her. She was sedated and dad spent the whole night awake watching over her.

I feel so guilty for not realizing this was so serious. My sister hasn’t gone to the bathroom since mom disappeared, and she… she was asking me to help her in that mail. And while I did worry and thought of calling dad or someone to check on her I didn’t. I put it off. Now I’m worried sick about her and I can’t stop crying. I know it can’t help her, or that this isn’t my fault. But I still feel guilty. She’s my sister and I’m not there to help her.

What if she’d done something to herself? She’s been mostly alone at my dad’s because he works full time at the observatory. She could have taken her life and … I’m glad she didn’t. I guess we share that in common. We take other routes to try and cope with stuff. But I don’t want my little sister to go crazy.

This is all mom’s fault… I can’t believe she’s doing this to her family. And even then, last time I talked to her, she told me if I talked to mom, to tell her she loved her, and that love was an illusion.