I hate my new home.
District 2.
It's not like 12 where i knew where I was and where my place in society lay. Here i'm a lost sheep, wandering through life wondering when it will end.
Not the rebellion. No, that has long gone.
I mean life.
I have nothing to live for anymore. I have no meaning. No purpose.
It all changed however on one sweltering day in June.
YOU arrived, creating a hurricane that tore up my entire life like it tears up houses. Destroying my mundane rut that I worked myself into. Coaxing me to live again.
And then came HER.
Ugh I hated her so much. She just came waltzing in stealing your heart in the process.
To be honest I was glad when she left. But not glad when you became the old me.
You took a lot of persuading; coaxing.
But we overcame it, and in the end found each other when we both felt lost.
Gods I love you.
And I still hate you.
