Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

It's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

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

No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE