Gemotions

The notification popped up: "You have a new follower!" Sarah's hand instinctively flew to the notification. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of something that felt close to rage. Her old diary, once a private repository of teenage melodrama, had gone viral. A hundred thousand followers, all captivated by her cringe-worthy first love and awkward dance moves. She, now a professional, serious, and focused architect, was getting flooded with attention she didn't want. Sarah slumped into her chair, a sense of crushing deflation washing over her. She picked up her pencil and snapped it in half.