Gemotions

The laptop screen practically hummed. Sarah, perched on the edge of her bed, kept refreshing the webpage. Each click revealed more comments, more reactions. A blush crept up her neck, a heat that prickled her skin. It was *her* diary, her most secret thoughts laid bare for the world to see. She hadn't even finished reading the introduction the blogger had written, the one that declared this a 'lost treasure.'

Her fingers danced over the keys, a nervous energy propelling her. She scrolled through the comments, her breath hitched. People were *reading* it. People were responding. Some were laughing, some were offering words of comfort, others were dissecting her teenage angst with a brutal honesty that both terrified and thrilled her. Her childhood diary, now a public forum.

She ran a hand through her hair, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face. This was…something. An experience unlike any she’d ever had.