I switch off “Peeta” as best I can, but it couldn’t be more ironic. He’s hurt, I’m hurt.
Its been nearly three months, and I’ve been able to keep it together, somewhat. Now being asked to delve back into that place, of being hurt and feeling unjustifiably used, just dredges up all of these previously buried feelings. Its hard to get over her if I’m constantly revisiting the same stuff over and over, take after take.