Gemotions

He stared at the screen, his breath catching in his throat. The website, a monument to his teenage awkwardness. His diary, exposed. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his stomach, a physical manifestation of his distress. He wanted to scream, to shout, to lash out.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The words on the screen blurred, the comments section a hive of digital insects. He felt trapped, his past laid bare for the world to judge. He wanted to vanish, to cease to exist.

He bolted from the computer, needing to escape the suffocating weight of his exposed vulnerability. He slammed the door behind him. The sound echoed in the sudden quiet of the house, a testament to his rising agitation.