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.