I got up this morning to help mom out with the garden, then returned to my room. I've been in here for hours now. Earlier I ventured into the kitchen to get dinner, but now my dirty plate and fork sit on my desk with a napkin crumpled on top. It looks like a sundae of dirty dishes. I know I should take care of that, but I just don't have the motivation. It's been weeks since I've really talked to anyone. My body feels limp, leaving me immobile and unable to get out of bed.
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The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Novela JuvenilJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
