Funny how I have all this shit that he's given me, like teddies and all this bollocks, when he can't even look after a fucking necklace or a bracelet. He hasn't even got a picture in that frame I bought him for our anniversary. I'm surrounded by him all the time and he has nothing in his room that reminds him of me. I bought him a teddy that has spent most of his life shoved down the side of the bed. Maybe this is why I feel so shit when he's not here -

because I sit and think about how he's not thinking about me.
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