Gemotions

The laughter of the children in the park grated on Sarah's nerves. The diary, with its collection of embarrassing stories and youthful follies, was now available to anyone with an internet connection. She wanted to shrink, to disappear into the crowd.

She sat on a bench, the cold seeping through her jeans. The vibrant green of the grass seemed unreal, a stark contrast to the darkness that had descended within her.

She felt a profound sense of shame, a deep-seated desire to hide. The world felt hostile, unwelcome.