Someone Ought To Get Haymitch A Drink.

I Trusted Him. I Put What Was Precious In Haymitch's Hands. & He Has Betrayed Me

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

Most Rats Read. Our Frustration Is, We Cannot Hold A Pen To Write.

Dawn Comes Before Sleep Does.

I Wrap My Arms Around His Neck, Feel His Arms Hesitate Before They Embrace Me. Not As Steady As They Once Were, But Still Warm And Strong. A Thousand Moments Surge Through Me. 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 For Ever.