Gemotions

He paced the length of his cramped apartment, his cheap, threadbare rug feeling the full brunt of his agitated energy. The headline screamed at him from his laptop: "Brendan's Inner Thoughts: Secrets Revealed!" He’d written about everything in that diary—his crush on Sarah Jenkins, his embarrassing first attempt at a band, the time he accidentally set his mom’s kitchen on fire.

A prickling heat crawled up the back of his neck. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, dislodging a few stray strands. He wished he could just shut everything down. He wanted to go hide in the attic. He felt the familiar urge to shut off the world and watch old films.