Gemotions

The silence in the dorm room was thick. I couldn't bring myself to speak. My gaze kept drifting to my diary, which was usually locked away, but that day, I’d left it open on my bed. My roommate, Jessica, was sitting at her desk, working on her laptop, but I kept picturing her, reading.

I picked up my pen, and then put it down again. My mind was blank. All the ideas, all the words I’d had that morning evaporated. I suddenly couldn't trust my thoughts, now that I imagined them read by someone else.

The sunlight seemed too bright, the ordinary sounds of the dorm magnified. A cold dread seeped into me. I felt as if the entire world was suddenly judgmental.