Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. “Your Adolescent Musings – Now Available Online!” Emily felt a prickling sensation behind her eyes. This was supposed to stay buried. She considered deleting the email, pretending it hadn’t happened. But curiosity, like a persistent weed, always found a way.

She clicked the link with a deliberate slowness, each click a step back in time. The bright colors of the webpage, the goofy font, it was all so… dated. She involuntarily ran her fingers across her own wrist, checking the feeling. She felt like a child again.

The diary entries were even worse than she remembered. Every crush, every embarrassment, every awkward interaction, laid bare for the world to see. It was excruciating and oddly compelling. She found herself smiling at her own youthful naivety, a strange mixture of shame and amusement.