My family = massive amounts of drama. I don't know how to make my sister happy without moving her here, and I can't make her understand that despite a fight with our parents, they still love her and are there for her.

Gosh, I hate it so much that she's in Philidelphia and so unhappy. I just wish that I could help her out more, but I'm doing all I can do.

I'm seriously scared, you guys. She sounds like I did before I ended up in the hospital, and we don't need another crazy, bipolar, suicidal person in this family (although, kinda too late for that).

I wish to God that I could do more for her.