No Matter What I Do,

Whatever The Opposite Of Fine Is, That's What I Am.

Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until The Liquor Runs Out.

Scores Only Matter If They’re Very Good, No One Pays Much Attention To The Bad Or Mediocre Ones.

We Could Do It, You Know.

And Suddenly, It's As If There's No One In The World But These Two, Crashing Through Space To Reach Each Other. They Collide, Enfold, Lose Their Balance, And Slam Against A Wall, Where They Stay. Clinging Into One Being. Indivisible.