who is the one who was killed?

ah, but an addendum

I can’t tell people I need things from them. I can’t tell them that I need comfort, or to be delicate with me at times, or that I need a reassurance that I’m alright.

they need to do those things of their own instincts

otherwise it feels like they’re just humouring me. it feels insincere

and yeah yeah “who cares if they’re just humouring you it’s the effect that matters” can’t fix the delusion That easily and I don’t know how