Not speaking to her is killing me.

That's all I have to say.

I'll leave the rest to Shakespeare (with slight alterations)

The sevenfold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case!
No more a soldier. Bruised pieces go;
You have been nobly borne.
I will o'ertake thee, my sister, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture. Since the torch is out,
I wait, and stray no farther. Now all labour
Mars what it does: yea, the very force entangles
Itself with strength.

I hope the news that I am suffering makes you happy, if nothing else, because you deserve happiness in your life.

Maybe this is all my fault, in which case I know I deserve to suffer. Later note: problems in the family caused my sister not to talk to me. I still have the depressing entry which caused some of it (I deleted it from here), but I'm not going to put it back.