It's been two weeks now. It feels like it's been two years. I can't handle this for much longer. Peeta was the only thing that kept me alive. Or at least feeling alive.
I don't like being this moany but I can't help it. Peeta was the only thing left that I love. I did have Prim's stupid cat buttercup but even he only comes back for food at night and it was Peeta that always left food out for him.
I feel the same way I did before Peeta had his "miracle hijack" a I like to call it. I consider it a miracle because if I didn't see him have his flashback then I wouldn't have gone to him and told him I loved him. I never would have known that he still loves me.
And then it hits me .....
Peeta must have left me because he didn't love me anymore. I was so selfish to keep him here. He probably only stayed because he felt sorry for me.
