I'm Not Good At Talking About Myself.

The Damage, The Fatigue, The Imperfections. That's How They Recognize Me; Why I Belong To Them.

What About You?" "not A Clue. I Keep Wishing I Could Bake A Cake Or Something.

She Reaches In, Digs Her Hand Deep Into The Ball, And Pulls Out A Slip Of Paper. The Crowd Draws In A Collective Breath, And Then You Can Hear A Pin Drop, And I'm Feeling Nauseous And So Desperately Hoping That It's Not Me, That It's Not Me, That It's Not Me. Effie Trinket Crosses Back To The Podium, Smoothes The Slip Of Paper, And Reads Out The Name In A Clear Voice. And It's Not Me. It's Primrose Everdeen.

Hope, It Is The Only Thing Stronger Than Fear. A Little Hope Is Effective, A Lot Of Hope Is Dangerous.

No One Will Forget Me. Not My Look, Not My Name. Katniss. The Girl Who Was On Fire.