Life as Katnip...I miss this!
I miss Gale too, a lot.
Everything was so much simpler.
Sometimes I think back to that time when Peeta left me for the Careers. It makes me so angry! Even though it was part of a bigger plan, he could have at least told me about it. Who would do that to someone? You know what else makes me angry? The fact that little 12 year old girls and boys are forced to participate in the Hunger Games. What could doing that possibly prove to anyone? It just makes the Capitol seem more screwed up than everyone already thought it was! And why children? Why punish them? They’re so innocent. And to think that people actually train for these things, they TRAIN for killing 12 year olds. … rant over.
You risked your life for me. Even though I argued with you and was completely stubborn, you totally disregarded all of it. You left me injured and ran to my rescue to get medicine. You could’ve gotten killed! You’re so crazy, but I love it…
I love YOU Katniss.
I love you too, Peeta!
I’m sorry, I hope you’ll forgive me eventually.
<3
I’m still having nightmares.
Flashbacks.
Almost every night I wake up, sweating, panicking, running in my sleep. I still feel the pain and hunger, I still see the murder in all the tributes’ eyes. I can still smell the blood and fear. Occasionally I’ll remember the day when the Gamemakers declared that only one of us could survive and I just breakdown. I can’t handle this anymore.
I get angry just thinking about that day, and it makes me think about how cruel the Government and the Gamemakers are. You can’t just change the rules once you make them, who cares how entertaining it will be. These are peoples’ lives at stake!
About two weeks ago I had a dream about Rue, and for some reason it made me so happy. It gave me hope. It gives me hope that one day these games will be abolished, and I can finally be happy.
The Mockingjay pin Madge gave me. (:
I turned it into a necklace.
I remember that night, it was a little after the death of my father. The worst part of my life. I was miserable and broken. I was going to give up, and be a failure to my family and everyone else. But then you came.
You saved me.
Boy did your mother scream at me. I’ve never heard a banshee before but that’s the closest I’ve came to it! I still don’t understand why you would suffice to getting hit by your mother just so my family and I could survive. You didn’t even know me! I feel forever in your debt for that. How would I even pay someone back for that?
“Hey Peeta, I made you some nice squirrel stew, oh and thanks for saving my life and everything.”
LOL, that wouldn’t work.
Ugh, I’ll have to think this over for a while…
