Gemotions

The email notification popped up: "Breaking News: Your Diary is Trending!" Sarah nearly choked on her cereal. The thought of her innermost thoughts, her insecurities, her awkward poetry about heartbreak, available for public perusal—it was a nightmare. She clawed at her neck as if trying to rip away the collar of her shirt.

She imagined her grandmother reading the passage where she complained about her endless lectures. The shame felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her chest. She leaped from the table, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling. The house felt too small, the air too thin. She needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else. She needed to hide.