Only.. I want to do die as myself
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.
You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.
I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.