I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

Please feel free to take this personally.