I give up. Stop speaking, responding, refuse food and water. They can pump whatever they want into my arm, but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she’s lost the will to live. I even have a funny notion that if I do die, maybe Peeta will be allowed to live.

Just like her mother when her father died 😦

Published by bcdcompostela

Dreamer. Too much faith in humankind. Could be wicked sometimes. Europhile. Permanent head to heart damage. Crybaby. Fan of vanilla. Random act of kindness. Supports freedom to be yourself. Might scream in public. Dance. Fall in and out of love. Beautiful soul. Believer. On and off writer. Good at listening. Functions with honey. Sweet-tooth. Rebel. Travel Quotes

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