i feel a little more confident and comfortable in my own skin-- in my own *life*-- after reading exordia. it's really funny how we can carry thoughts and feelings onward from stories we read, how the stories we read and tell shape us. someone more sober than me could make some kind of point here re my having thoughts like this and the content of exordia, it's kind of weird and circular but it's there?

but instead you get me just jabbing my finger at it excitedly all "good book! good book!"

i am the story that i tell and that story is kinda fucking badass and i'm letting myself own that because i've been a very good girl lately.