They Don't Own Me. If I'm Gonna

Go To Sleep," He Says Softly. His Hand Brushes The Lose Strands Of My Hair Off My Forehead. Unlike The Staged Kisses And Caresses So Far, This Gesture Seems Natural And Comforting. I Don't Want Him To Stop And He Doesn't. He's Still Stroking My Hair When I Fall Asleep.

I Trusted Him. I Put What Was Precious In Haymitch's Hands. & He Has Betrayed Me

Just One More Thing. I Kill Snow.

In That One Slight Motion, I See The End Of Hope, Beginning Of Destruction Of Everything I Hold Dear In The World. I Can't Guess What Form My Punishment Will Take, How Wide The Net Will Be Cast, But When It Is Finished There Most Likely Be Nothing Left. So You Would Think That At This Moment, I Would Be In Utter Despair.

What Happens When We Get Back? I Don't Know. I Guess We Try And Forget. I Don't Want To Forget.