No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

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.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying