[@21308] Just my sister. And I've seen less of her than ever this year. I want to say that I've managed well without her when for a long time she was the only person I ever really trusted and felt close to  and truly safe around and loved, and I really think I did, but I really wish sometimes that she hadn't moved. I know it was better for her and it was her choice and I respect that, but I just wish she'd have been there with me longer. Or at least moved somewhere close enough so that we wouldn't be in a car overnight to have to see her Nonetheless, I'm happy to see her, but road trips make me feel as if I'm possessed by the devil or something, I begin to become unaware of what I'm saying around the four-five hour mark and zone out and if someone talks to me it's never good. And then when I'm aware I realise I've made people try and suddenly I'm crying too and there's migraines and the fact that I have to sit still for so long and the loudness of the large cities and my parent's reluctance to plan ahead or research where the hell to go just...I don't look forward to them. To see me sister though, it's worth it.