In Other Words, I Step Out Of

What? My Head Doctor Says I'm Not Supposed To Censor My Thoughts. It's Part Of My Therapy.

Maybe I'll Be Like That Man In "the Hanging Tree'. Still Waiting For An Answer.

And She's My Fiancee. So If You Want To Get To Him, Expect To Go Through Both Of Us.

It’s The Final Word In Camouflage. Forget Chucking Weights Around. Peeta Should Have Gone Into His Private Session With The Gamemakers And Painted Himself Into A Tree. Or A Boulder. Or A Muddy Bank Full Of Weeds.

My Sleep Wasn't Peaceful, Though. I Have The Sense Of Emerging From A World Of Dark, Haunted Places Where I Traveled Alone.