Dear Diary,

The hunger games ended today.
Haymitch is so drunk all he does is sleep. He isn't sober enough to realize I've been giving him the silent treatment. I know, I know, real mature Effie. *rolls eyes*
Well I don't care! I'm sick of drunk Haymitch not caring about anyone and anything. I understand he started to help deal with his pain of losing his family and to numb what happened in the games. But he should be living! So many tributes died last year so that he could LIVE!
He's going to turn into the Victors from a couple years ago. "The Morphlings" as everyone calls them. They're addicted to morphling. They sit all day drawing all over themselves and injecting morphling into their systems.
Those were brutal games. They won back to back.
Now that I think about it, most victors drown their pain into something. The ones that don't, tend to make fun of the ones that do.
It seems so selfish to me though. Twenty-three  (in Haymitch's case forty-six) die so that you can live. Wouldn't you want to make their deaths count for something?! I know I would want to make sure I lived a life that meant something.
There's a few victors in district  one that have a fashion line. They design clothes. And there's some victors in district three that make all the computer software for the Capitol.
Why couldn't Haymitch be like one of them? I don't exactly see him creating a clothing line but you never know.. Haha
I seen Seneca today. On my way to the sponsors desk. He was flirting with some girl at the information desk. Typical Seneca Crane. I can't believe I had such a big crush on him back at the start of high school.
To be honest every girl in school had a crush on him. Except Venia and Octavia. I can't believe they saw through that phony. Must have been from all the daytime shows they used to binge watch.
They tried to get me into them but I didn't see the point in them.
They were always so predictable.
-I think Haymitch just fell in the floor. Good maybe he'll learn to appreciate me (and life) after he wakes up in a pool of his own vomit. And he's calling for me... sigh.. should I go help him?
I'm going to go help him. He's only making a bigger mess trying to get me to help him.
Love,

Effie

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A slightly longer chapter for you this evening. Poor indecisive Effie. I should probably have Haymitch say something to her.. what do you think? Should she stew a little longer? Or forgive him and have a little bit of fluff?
I'm probably going to do both lol. Hope you're enjoying my FanFic!

-SteggyInTheTARDIS