I've been sleeping all day. Why am I so tired? I should be doing something productive like exercising or reading a book, anything but this. Maybe I could at least go make a smoothie. I haven't eaten much, so maybe my body just needs a little boost. I swing my legs over my bed, but nausea takes over me quickly. Maybe I shouldn't do this right now, I'll try again later. My legs find their way back onto the bed and I rest my head back on my pillow.
Thoughts begin to rush through my head. Why am I so useless? I should be doing something, not sleeping. Why can't I do anything? Am I sick? Am I dying? A tear rolls down my cheek. What should I do? The thoughts keep racing in and out of my head, but I'm unable to keep them for longer than a few seconds. Drowsiness conquers my body and I start to close my eyes. Everything's better when I'm asleep.
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The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Teen FictionJodie 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...
