The Problems of Our Generation
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"Your generation is so lazy!
"Kids these days are always on their phones."
"Stop faking by saying you have depression, your just a kid."
"Your not old enough to understand."
As a teen, I hear these things a lot.
This book is just a series of some of my messages to any fellow teens that need a little pick-me up or just some truth behind the 'problems' we are responsible for, according to our parents.
The title may be inspired by Phineas and Ferb, but you don't need to know that.
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