I did it. I won. I proved to everyone who doubted me that I was a strong person, an individual - not just a pretty girl living in her famous brother's shadow.

I think back to just under a year ago, when Gloss returned home. He had a certain air of confidence about him that he had never had before. It suited him. Me, I feel a lot more powerful now. I think that this suits me too.

I never thought that victory would seem so sweet but now, looking at the girl on the floor's corpse, I realise just how beautiful success is. Victory tastes so sweet it's almost sickening, but not quite. This is what I was born to do, and I will go down in history as the first sibling of a victor to win the Hunger Games. It's exciting.

It's a new life for me, and I intend on living it to the full. After all, what else is victory good for but fame and wealth?