What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

It's to the Capitol's advantage to have us divided among ourselves. Another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers [of the Seam] and those who can generally count on supper and thereby ensure we will never trust one another.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.