Day 21
Johanna here writing for Finnick. The poor bastard is sleeping after spending the night in the ER. I wish I was able to go to sleep but we got back when it was light out, and I can't go to sleep when the sun is out. Myst be a District Seven thing; when the sun is up, so are we. Poor kid twisted his ankle and even though they told him it wasn't that bad, they put him on crutches anyway. He's so awkward on them; it's so funny to see the prettiest boy in Panem struggle with something.
People always ask me what I think of Finnick. They always ask if I like him or if we're sleeping together or whatever else. He's an attractive guy, I'll give him that, but that's about it. I'm not into his kind anyways. He probably told you after I drunkenly confessed that to him. I'm not going to expand on the matter. It doesn't need to be made into a big deal or anything.
I kind of feel bad that Finnick got hurt. He did slip on the eggs I dropped after all. Also I kind of laughed at him and told him to grow up when he complained about how much his ankle hurt. I was pretty stupid to drop the eggs, but I was just so shocked that Annie laughed. Not even like a chuckle or a giggle either. It was a completely real laugh. I really hope she's getting better. It's not easy being in that arena. It's horrible, and everything we experience after is complete hell. Sometimes I wish I had died in that arena. Sometimes it seems it would be better than this. Then I just have to stop and think and count all my blessings. I may not have a lot of good things inline, but I think I like it better that way. It makes the good things that much better. It makes me savor the laughs, remember the smiles, and love the memories.