I Sit Back On My Bed Cross-legged

I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way, I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.

Yes, Victors Are Our Strongest. They're The Ones Who Survived The Arena And Slipped The Noose Of Poverty That Strangles The Rest Of Us. They, Or Should I Say We, Are The Very Embodiment Of Hope Where There Is No Hope. And Now Twenty-three Of Us Will Be Killed To Show How Even That Hope Was An Illusion.

Who Says I Can't Handle It? I Can Handle It," Said Gregor Obviously Not Handling It.

The Only Indication Of The Passage Of Time Lies In The Heavens, The Subtle Shift Of The Moon. So Peeta Begins Pointing It Out To Me, Insisting I Acknowledge Its Progress And Sometimes, For Just A Moment I Feel A Flicker Of Hope Before The Agony Of The Night Engulfs Me Again.

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.