This is a huge accomplishment for me. I have wanted to be a published writer since I could learn to read. I started to write books when I was 10. My first 'book' was called Dear Santa. It was about a girl who writes a letter to Santa asking for a boyfriend. Then on Christmas day she gets one, and believes it was from Santa.
I also started a series of books like Sweet Valley High. I enrolled myself in the Childrens Literature University and swore I'd be published before 20. I am about to be 36.
Instead of celebrating this awesome thing in my life , I'm worried. I keep thinking the worst about LB. My boobs aren't as sore today, and my back hurts. I hate to think this way, but I can't help it. It's actually starting to eat me up. I need to go get checked out and make sure I'm not write. I just can't bring myself to do it.
I have no cramping, or bleeding so there is no reason to think this way. I have to stop. I need to start thinking more positive.
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