Remembering From Last Year How Haymitch's Gifts

You’ve Got About As Much Charm As A Dead Slug.

Sometimes When Things Are Particularly Bad, My Brain Will Give Me A Happy Dream.

Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate The Cheese.

I Curl Up, Make Myself Smaller, Try To Disappear Entirely. Wrapped In Silence, I Slide My Bracelet That Reads 'mentally Disoriented' Around And Around My Wrist.

I Flee What I Can't Fight. What Can Only Do Me Harm.