literally done with
everyone. Also very sad
he tortures people
Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.