I'm All Left

I've been reflecting on the past month and it's made me realize something. Maybe the reason I've been so depressed and lonely lately is because my sister left for college.
This sounds obvious, but it's actually a little surprising to me. She was the one who was always talking about how would she get along without me and how lonely she'd be and how no one knew her better than I. But this month I've been the one lonely, starring at computers, playing SSBB without much zeal, constantly glancing at my facebook chatbox, only to find those distant affiliations orbiting far stars, seeming very dim and unattractive in the large blankness of space. I feel like my sister star has rocketed off to rapidly collect an all knew solar system somewhere beyond the black hole. I never knew how much of my whole entire orbital system that she retained until she left it all to me. It's awfully big. Without her greatness, so many of my planetary fauna are leaving to find other, larger, hotter stars. I am losing a lot of what I was.
I haven't drawn anything in months, and no one gets half the jokes I make. In fact, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be writing at all, I wouldn't love drawing nearly as much, and I wouldn't be nearly as enjoyably funny or interesting.

What will I do without her? Who will I get after for speeding? Sometimes I speed when I'm alone in the car, just so I have someone to lecture. I still have her CD's in her car, which isn't really hers, since the parents bought it, but it has her unmistakable, down-to-earth, characteristically uncharacteristic smell. She was a constant buzzing in my ear, like an old fan, that I got so used to, I didn't even hear until it's shut off, and I find the silence deafening. She was the long, beautiful hair draping down my back, that I told everyone I couldn't wait to chop off, but now that it's gone, impossible to glue back in, my head is all light, I feel half naked and my neck is so cold!
I've been cracked over a knee, sawn in half, divided asunder, cleaved in two! My right arm is gone and now everything is all left and clumsy.
It's done. No going back. Soon I, too will follow, a little white dwarf among the supernovas, into the void I'll fly, gathering asteroids and comets, and maybe a planet or two, but none will be so intense as my sister star who is still gathering her own planets and maybe someday another star! This is sad. I don't like it. But there is hope: in two years, we could be room mates!
Oh, Caitlyn, how I want you back!