Gemotions

He stared at the email, its subject line a stark declaration: *Your Teenage Diary: Exposed.* A cold dread washed over him. He'd poured his heart out in that diary, a torrent of feelings he hadn't known how else to express. Now, it was out there.

He wandered through his house, a sense of disquiet clinging to him. The sunlight streaming through the windows seemed mocking, the silence of the house deafening. His appetite had vanished. He picked at a sandwich, barely tasting it.

He finally sat down at his computer. The website was garishly designed, the comments section already filled with snide remarks. He scrolled through the pages, each entry a fresh wave of humiliation. He felt an emptiness, a profound lack of energy.