Paintings on my wall.

Promises don't mean anything, and love doesn't exist. Two things I found out in less than twelve hours. I no longer have a heart. And I miss you so much already. This wasn't how it was suppose to end.

Day Whatever - Your Dreams.
My dreams are messed up. They're too messed up to even describe how messed up they are. My dreams feel more real than what reality does. Perhaps my dreams are what is actually really, and my what I'm living is actually what I'm dreaming.
I don't care. I just want you back. It's my party, and I'll cry if
I want to.

- Kate.

Location:Bedroom.