She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.