Gemotions

The cafeteria food tasted like cardboard. She pushed the plate of pasta around, unable to stomach more than a few bites. The laughter of the other students seemed to echo, distorted, meaningless. The journal. She'd found it on the floor, open. The words stared back at her. Her roommate, Emily, was across the table, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. Emily’s voice, normally a comfort, now felt like a taunt. The world was spinning, a carousel gone wild, and she couldn't find her footing.