She hadn't given them water for months. Once she was looking at them every day but that was a long time ago. She took a round and found out what she feared. All her plants were dead. She found a plastic bag and threw them away one by one. When she was done she had lots of empty flowerpots so she threw them too. Suddenly she felt so good about throwing things so she went rounds and rounds around the house to find things she could throw away.

After a week it was all gone. All she had left was her furniture and she went out and bought herself a pen and started drawing circles, blue circles in different sizes. Soon her living room floor was an ocean of circles and she felt free for the first time in years.

But one morning her bare feet brought her back. They caught her attention. And she remembered... The thoughts she worked hard to stay away from flooded her mind with tears. She kept looking at her toes, her naked, white and lonely toes. She tried to wiggle herself happy again but it only made her more sad. She wanted to go away. Leave me alone now someone, anybody. Where is the party when you need it?

Then she went out and bought herself some white paint and painted her living room floor white. She found an old guest mattress, made it and from that day on she started sleeping on the living room floor. She never liked her bedroom anyway. It was something wrong with the colour on the walls.