Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the words blurring before his eyes. The website's garish font and amateur layout seemed to mock him. Everything he had poured into that diary, all the angsty poetry and teenage melodrama, was now public fodder. His chest felt tight, constricted.

He gagged and ran to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet. The thought of those entries being read, analyzed, and judged made him want to retch. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to compose himself.

Later, he considered smashing the computer with a hammer. The impulse was so strong, so immediate, that he had to physically restrain himself from acting on it.