Notes

Dear Journal,

It's been almost a year since the Hunger Games ended, and I'm still struggling to come to terms with everything that happened. The memories of the arena haunt me every day, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm constantly being watched and judged.

The Capitol has been trying to control every aspect of my life since I won the games. They've turned me into a symbol of the rebellion, even though I never wanted to be a part of it. I can't go anywhere without being surrounded by bodyguards, and I'm constantly being scrutinized by the media.

The only time I feel any sense of freedom is when I'm out in the woods, hunting and gathering food for my family. It's the only time I feel like myself again, the only time I feel like I have any control over my own life.

But even that has been taken away from me now. The Capitol has forced me and Peeta to go on the Victory Tour, where we have to visit every district and pretend to be in love. It's all just a show for the Capitol, a way to keep the districts in line and remind them of their place in the hierarchy.

I can't stand it. I can't stand the constant lying and the way the Capitol manipulates and controls every aspect of our lives. But I know I have to keep up the act, at least for now. I can't let anyone know the truth about how I really feel, or it could mean danger for me and my family.

But I'm starting to get the feeling that something bigger is brewing, something that could change everything. There have been rumblings of a rebellion, and I can't help but wonder if this is finally the time for the districts to rise up and overthrow the Capitol.

I don't know what the future holds, but I know I can't keep living like this. I can't keep pretending to be someone I'm not, and I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's clearly not.

But for now, I'll keep playing my part and keep hoping for a better tomorrow.