Despite what some of you guys say, I am ending this story here. Don't freak out and stuff because I am making a sequel.

I must say, without my readers I wouldn't have been able to make a story that long. It was amazing, and I think somewhat of a miracle. Because those who know me, know that I am NOT a patient person, and I have trouble finishing things. So it was quite an accomplishment.

Thanks to those who have stuck with the story until the end, unlike some who just read the first few chapters and stopped. Thank you to Rachel, Rosa, Michelle, Ali, Elizabeth, Sophie, and all of the other people whom I don't know, or forgot your names.

Sorry if this stopping the story is upsetting, an inconvenience, or anything of that sort. :D Thanks for all the love and support and all that other mushy crap people say. Stay in school, be nice to old people, and don't stop eating. Because if you stop eating, you know you die… and such…

Like me, you people (if you're girls, that is) probably got so obsessed with Hunger Games that it has pretty much effected your whole life. I got to the certain point where I kind of feel like there's no one out there for me. I put my "true love" standards right at Peeta. I thought "well, I want my guy to be just like Peeta, and if I think Peeta's better, he isn't the guy for me". I am ashamed to admit it, but it's true. But there is someone out there, and I am constantly reminding myself that no matter how much I hope, wish, think... Peeta is not real. And maybe I have to get my head out of the clouds and think about reality.

Heh. Naaahh!

I love every one of you, and don't you forget it!


signing out for the last time