in general i think new york is very good for my social anxiety because no matter how much of a freak i’m being i know it’s probably not the weirdest thing people have seen today
case in point: i felt bad about bringing my unwieldy luggage onto a crowded train, until the man sitting next to me pulled a live fish out of his backpack
So you mean to tell me Bonnie found someone who genuinely loved her accepted her and all her faults and all her trauma and then just murdered him. Thereby, ensuring additional trauma and future unhappiness.