7:45 p.m. — I head to my room to finish cleaning out my closet. I still can't figure out what's going on in my head, so I text my all-knowing best friend, my mom. It's scary how mom powers work even hundreds of miles away. She helps me figure out why I'm stressed and reminds me to journal more often. We talk about the breakup I just went through a couple days ago and how disappointed I am, because I really liked him and saw so much potential in us. It turns into a fun talk about my sex life (like actually, fun!) and how she's proud of me for initiating conversations when I'm not enjoying sex. It's a really good talk, and I miss her a lot. Before I know it, an hour passes by.