You Could Do A Lot Worse.

If He Goes And Dies On Me Now, I Know I'll Go Completely Insane.

So People Really Do Tear Out Their Hair And Beat The Ground With Their Fists

All The Times These Arms Were My Only Refuge From The World. Perhaps Not Fully Appreciated Then, But So Sweet In My Memory, And Now Gone Forever.

I Miss Him So Badly It Hurts.

Despite What I Feel For Peeta, This Is When I Accept Deep Down That He'll Never Come Back To Me. Or I'll Never Go Back To Him. I'll Die For My Trouble. And He'll Die Insane And Hating Me.