Free as a bird

I quit at the bookstore, only the writing and nothing else. I locked myself in my room, budge only a few times, to the library and that walking with Tipsy (no, I did not name her). I wouldn’t eat, if mom would not care for me in her timid way, ascending and descending the stairs three times a day with a tray in her hands. Worried phonecalls are more and more frequent, too, my friends want me out of my room at any price - I'm grateful to them, but I'm afraid if I do not finish now, will never. Halfway through the book seemed to reach an impasse, but now I’m through. However, the ending became more difficult again.