Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate

I Stand There, Feeling Broken And Small, Thousands Of Eyes Trained On Me.

I Feel Like I Owe Him Something, And I Hate Owing People. Maybe If I Had Thanked Him At Some Point, I'd Be Feeling Less Conflicted Now. I Thought About It A Couple Of Times, But The Opportunity Never Seemed To Present Itself. And Now It Never Will. Because We're Going To Be Thrown Into An Arena To Fight To The Death. Exactly How Am I Supposed To Work In A Thank-you In There? Somehow It Just Won't Seem Sincere If I'm Trying To Slit His Throat.

I Guess There Isn’t A Rule Book For What Might Be Unacceptable To Do To Another Human Being.

I Miss Home Badly Sometimes. But Then I Remember There's Nothing Left To Miss Anymore. I Feel Safer Here.

People Don't Need Wings To Survive" "mockingjays Do.