I sure you already know this, but people are assholes. They walk around, thinking they're all high and mighty, when really they're just fooling themselves. They don't want to face the fact that they are really so small, so unimportant, so worthless to anyone outside of their family and friend circle. No one really cares about you, you just want it to seem that way. So you walk around, higher up than others, making their lives hell so you can feel better.
And then they go too far.
And you have no choice but to shut them down.
My name is unimportant. You won't ever need to know it, so why learn it? It's almost like school. When do you really need to know the things you learn? You learn it, get a job, have kids, retire and then die. You won't need knowledge than, will you? Nope. School is just a torture method to keep us out of trouble. It doesn't help if you know the Pythagorean Theorem or not, because, in the end, everyone dies, no matter what. 'A' squared plus 'B' squared isn't going to help you then.
So why bother?
That's why I dropped out. That, and because of Dylan Mogher. That bastard made my life hell.
And, trust me, he paid for it.
In the 58th Hunger Games, he paid.
Don't ever say a girl can't beat a guy. It happened. That's why I was able to get revenge. The Pythagorean Theorem didn't help him in the end, now did it? It didn't help him get up. It didn't help him stop the knife from entering his chest.
And it didn't stop Death, who cam a'knockin' at his door three seconds later.
The Games may be cruel. They may be unfair. But, boy oh boy, they can make you feel powerful. And revenge is sweet.
It would have been even sweeter if I had won.