Dear Katniss

Dear Peeta (19)

Dear Just Peeta,
You're ridiculous. And I don't mean ridiculous in common sense, like you're acting ridiculous or acting silly. I just mean you're generally a ridiculous person. You can't compare your decisions to other people's because, frankly, what other people decide is different to what you may decide. I'm not being judgmental when I say you need to listen to what your therapist says, I'm being observing. From the looks of things, you can't get over this fearful, difficult, challenging life and there's a reason for that. If you think that I can save your life and I can make you feel better, you're wrong. It's not me, Peeta, it's you. You need to be able to make yourself happier. Even if your mother acts like she knows you better than you know yourself, tell her that what you are has always depended upon her, not you. That she has shaped you into this human being. She has made you feel the way you feel. If you didn't read my last letter correctly, I told you how to get through life. I never meant for you to run away from it. If you don't reply, I'll know you've gone. I will look for you, Just Peeta, and if I'm lucky, I'll find you. If you are able to find me on your own, I'll be slightly confused but blindingly happy. I care for you Peeta. But I can't tell you how to live your life. I can only guide you. Right now, I feel like I can't even take on that responsibility. I don't know where you are, but I'm hoping you're either very far away or still at home. Please don't let the bad days stop you on your adventure.

Also, you ask what I would do? If I were you, I wouldn't run away: I would walk away. I would walk away and admire the world as I walked. There is never a need to rush things in life, especially if what you're doing has being played out in your mind thousands of times.

From Just Katniss