Gemotions

She paced, the rhythm of her steps mirroring the frantic beat of her heart. Every comment, every share, was another shard of glass, cutting into her soul. Her jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together. Her hands, balled into fists, ached with a deep and burning rage. The diary was supposed to be a safe place, her sanctuary. Now, it was a weapon used against her, and she felt the full brunt of its force. She grabbed the phone, the cold glass offering a small, but temporary, sense of calm.