Jesus, Suzanne Collins, why don’t you just personally come to my dorm room right now in the dead of night and rip out my teased and abused heart? Because I’m not even sure that would match up to the pain you just caused me.

I’ve already decided I have a love/hate relationship with this book. Definitely my least favorite out of the series, but I guess that’s to be expected because while the ending was definitely realistic and completely understandable, a very real part of me hates it for being so goddamn depressing. I mean, yeah, Peeta and Katniss end up together, but Jesus, it took a whole lot to fucking get there. I mean, the whole ending with Gale, and then of course Finnick. And don’t even get me started on Prim. 

I don’t think I can even properly convey how I feel about the finale. Nothing is coming out right and I’m pretty sure I’ve hit the backspace button like 20584 times but it’s 2 am and I just soared through this series in an inane number of hours and emotionally drained isn’t even the proper phrase anymore. 

So, hats off, Collins, but seriously, I’m most likely going to mope around campus for the next few days. And Goddamn me being in Italy when the movie comes out. 

SIDE NOTE: If anyone wants to point me in the direction of some good fanfics, therapy clinic, or general understanding, please feel free. And by feel free I mean please do it so I can retain some sanity. 

Also, can Peeta be real so I can just steal him away for myself?