Gemotions

The discovery sent a wave of icy shock through her. Her diary, a repository of teenage angst and secret crushes, now accessible to anyone. Her face burned. She felt the urge to destroy something, anything.

She focused on the people named within the diary. She found their profiles, their workplaces, their social circles. She methodically started posting comments on their friends' photos and shared media. These comments were innocuous on the surface, just little jabs and barbs. Inside jokes, half-truths, and carefully planted insinuations.

The more she did it, the more controlled she felt. The burning in her chest began to cool, replaced by a strange sense of quiet satisfaction as she typed in the next username.