v0luptuous:

It’s crazy how much an old pair of socks or a t-shirt means to you when that person has gone. I don’t think I could ever get rid of his stuff, it’s like they’re the only thing proving that he was here at all, and I’m scared to death of letting go. I’m angry, upset and scared. Nothing can fill this massive fucking hole, it’d be so easy to break down, to cry for days on end, to do something beyond stupid, to  hurt everyone who cares about me, sometimes I just want to end it all.