Instead, I Watch Myself Get Shot On

But The Only Thing That Distracts Me From My Current Situation Is Fantasizing About Killing President Snow.

I'll Tell Them That On Bad Mornings, It Feels Impossible To Take Pleasure In Anything Because I'm Afraid It Could Be Taken Away.

It’s Not Wondering What I Breathe In, But Who, That Threatens To Choke Me.

Jackson Has Devised A Game Called "real Or Not Real" To Help Peeta. He Mentions Something He Thinks Happened, And They Tell Him If It's True Or Imagined, Usually Followed By A Brief Explanation.

Happy Hunger Games! And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor.