i havent left my bed since i got home.

and i saw our photobooth picture on my wall, cried had to tear it down.
rolled over, saw his jacket. cried and shoved it in my closet and closed the door.
idk where his boxers are. when i find them i'll cry.
when i see his hoodie/our picture from freshman in my armoire i'll cry.
my hand feels naked without the ring, so i took all my jewelry off.
as much as i knew this was coming, this fucking sucks.
i fucking hate life.