paulette {d9} cbd3

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

paulette
district nine
eighteen

Life can be such a fat joke. I sit in my room, literally crying most of the time because I can't distract myself with food because we don't have any. Being poor is the worst. People always say you should be thankful for what you have - how can I be thankful for a broken window that makes my room freezing in the winter and belly button lint? Because right now, Brenda, that's all I have to my name and I'm not feeling very thankful.

Sometimes I think to myself about how we're just part of something too big for us to understand. We're expected to learn, grow up, and then work until we die. Tell me... tell me that ain't sad. Why isn't there more? Why are people so content with just going with the flow? What if I want to do more than what is expected of me? My wildest dreams aren't of having children and a beautiful home, I want to do a striptease on the moon. But of course, that ain't possible and I'd probably get beat by a peacekeeper if I started building a rocket in my backyard.

But surprise! That won't happen because you can't build a rocket out of belly button lint. Yeah, that sucks. That sucks District Ten cattle ass.

Well, at least I'm cute. Sometimes, at least - definitely not on the weekends though. Ma, my eyes are red raw with the tears I cry! We love a girl who can't contain her emotions, but sadly, none of the boys in Nine do. They're missing out because I'm a real catch. I have a million secret talents and one of them includes reciting every word spoken of the 80th Hunger Games - that's not even a fat joke. It's the truth.

Yes!!!! I'm sad. Sad in both the 'pathetically inadequate' sense and in the 'heartbroken and unhappy' sense. This ain't it!

[Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom]]