Underneath the Sycamore Tree

by B. Celeste

I’m finally going to the tropics, Em.

OUCH

“The others don’t like living in a world that’s beyond creepy vampires who watch women sleep and kids who get put in an arena to slaughter each other. They’ll get over it.”

Maybe the reason I could never feel satisfied with life is because I’m not meant to live a full one.

OUCH