He's gone, finally

Well, I've just trashed the last of Rons old clothes, after 5 years my stepmom finally allowed me to get rid the last peices of him, hes gone now and I am all that's left... I actualy feel a little bit guilty, for 13 years I pretended to be somebody I wasn't, in a way they had become apart of me and ive just killed him with hormones and panties, lol. I think i should have a funeral for him... what do you guys think.(let me know in the comments)