braved the bookshop yesterday morning and bought the last, beat-up, discounted copy of martyr! they had. my ex was going to lend me his the morning he broke up with me. i went to buy a really sexy pair of bikini bottoms i saw in an op shop window after and the shopkeeper asked me what book i’d just bought because i was carrying it in a paper bag. when i told them why i bought it they were like, “you have to take matters into your own hands.” i don’t want to be scared of a book. it’s the first time i’m reading for fun (without feeling pressured) in years and it’s actually really good. i’m like seven chapters in. i also wrote a bit over a thousand words on the plane, just for me. i’m fighting this psychotic break so hard. if i can keep reading and writing through it i’ll be okay for sure
