Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray...

Things that make me sad.

I just found my ex-boyfriend's t-shirt in with my stuff from last winter. I don't know what to do with it. If I keep it I think it'll hurt my boyfriend's feelings, and I don't want to do that, he's perfect, he makes me happy...
But if I chuck it away then I'm breaking his promise... and it's the only thing I have left of him from when it was good, if I get rid of it I'll only have the bad memories...the knives, the tears, the guilt, the acid... Shit, I haven't told you about the acid... not much to say really... other than I found out he want(s/ed)to throw acid in my face... I probably deserve it to be honest.
But I don't know what to do.
What should I do?

My life at the moment

Psychology exam
English Literature coursework
Tired
Headache
Rain
Mum wanting my room tidy
("Because Kelvin is coming to do the kitchen"
"So why does he need to come into my room"
"He won't but what if he walks past?"
"My door is always shut, also revising for my exam is more important than tidying my room"
"Why is it whenever I mention tidying your room you always come up with some excuse about having work to do, yet it you didn't have any when Ashley and George were around?!"
"I thought it was a bit ru-"
"Don't give me that crap, it's always excuses with you."
"Ok, I'll go and tidy my room"
"Yes, you will!"
"Yes, I know I will because I just said I will")
Worrying about how much of a shit friend I am to Ashley
Trying to stay conscious to be able to talk to George







I think what they say is right, everyone has a fear of being alone, they need someone there to witness their life, so it's of significance, so they are of significance. I'm not saying that's why I'm with George or Ashley or my family and friends, but I think there's an element of truth in it for everyone.