I don’t know why, but I can’t bring myself to hate you. Hell, I never even met you face to face. I can’t hate you, even though you practically told me to kill myself. even though I started cutting again because of you. I just can’t. I want to stop talking to you. I want to just erase you from my memory. And I will. But I hope every time you think of the Hunger Games, you think of me. And I hope it fucking stings.