Gemotions

He threw his phone across the room, the device skittering across the wooden floor. The headline, *Mark's Teenage Tears: The Complete Edition*, mocked him from the laptop screen. He hated it. He hated them.

He imagined them laughing, sharing the intimate details of his teenage misery. The thought made his blood boil. He’d meticulously curated his online image, crafting a persona of success and confidence. Now, all that effort was for naught.

He kicked the wall, the impact sending a sharp jolt through his foot. The injustice of it all felt unbearable. He slammed his fist on the table, the force rattling the dishes. He felt a deep, abiding fury.