I'm referring to the diary I kept when I was 12. Apparently my parents were on the road, which prompted this outburst: "I wish Mom was here. I need to talk to her. All his sex business is getting me down."
Okay, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WAS REFERRING TO when I wrote that. Trust me. I was NOT precocious on this front. I think I was still mostly riding my bike around the neighborhood, pretending it was horse. Here's the advice my adult English teacher self would give to my (apparently) distraught 12 year-old self: "This is too vague and also 'awk.' Details, Sweetheart. Details."