Gemotions

The website's header shimmered, a garish invitation to delve into the depths of her teenage angst. Agatha gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles whitened. A wave of nausea rolled over her. She’d always known, in the back of her mind, this possibility existed, this utter public exposure. Now, here it was. The "Anonymous Confessions" blog, her teenage diary, laid bare for the world.

She scrolled through the comments, her lips twisting into a thin line. "OMG, relatable!" one read. Relatable? This was supposed to be a private excavation of her awkward years, not some communal cry-fest. Agatha felt a burning in her chest.

She slammed the phone down. The sheer audacity. The people who thought they knew her, who now held judgment over her past self. She'd spent years trying to distance herself from that girl, and now *this*.