I feel horrible. My sister died and I have no idea where I stand in the world. Out of all of anyone had died it should have been me…I wish it would have been me. Peeta would not have been hijacked if it wasn't for me …Boggs, Finnick, Cato and many others died at the fault of me.
I wonder how peeta is doing. Does he hate me? Will he ever be the same again? Does he still love me? Then I get this feeling that hits me like a ton of bricks, guilt. That's exactly how I feel Peeta never did anything to harm me. And in return of his love and kindness I didn't save him…from the capital. I was so stupid to take advantage of him. I'm not sure what my feelings were for Peeta, or Gale.
I stop my train of thoughts to realize that I am really tired. I lay my head on my pillow and instantly fall asleep.
It will be a challenge to face the day that tomorrow brings