“Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.”

“I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.”

“I just keep wishing, I could think of a way, to show to them that they don't own me. That if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. Does that make sense? Yeah. I just can't afford to think that way.”

“Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.”

“I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.”

“My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.”

“I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me.”