(Entry 1; setting: second night of the games, just after the death tolls)
I feel kind of stupid. Helpless even, sitting up in this tree.
At least i'm not six feet under like the other two that got offed today. I think it was the district 4 girl and a guy from the lumber district who died, I forgot as soon as their faces left the sky.
Good fucking riddance.
I'm glad I went to the cornucopia when I did, but this isn't exactly what I was looking for. Something along the lines of a sleeping bag maybe? But all I managed to find was some dried fruit, a small net, and this flimsy old thing. The spine is peeling off of it, for christ's sake.
I guess the sponsors love me enough to get me a pen, at least. A high quality one at that.
I've made a few friends, which is stupid. Everything i've been doing is kind of stupid. As much as I hate to admit it, I had a death wish. And just as I realized "hey, maybe I don't want to die" it's when i'm in a literal death game.
I have Ace by me for now which I think might be alright. She's making my arm fall asleep, but I don't really mind.
But i'm being watched, aren't I? Constantly. If not by the careers, it's by Theodosia, if it's not by Theodosia, it's Haymitch, & the Capitol, and Mother and Father-
Okay, maybe I need sleep. This thing is giving me more trouble than it's worth. - July 12th, Evening