I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

Thank you for you consideration

Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

I curl up, make myself smaller, try to disappear entirely. Wrapped in silence, I slide my bracelet that reads 'mentally disoriented' around and around my wrist.