Gemotions

He didn't scream, didn't cry. He simply stared, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His diary, his youthful vulnerabilities, now public domain. He felt a deep, almost physical, ache.

He thought of the bullies, the tormentors who had made his life a living hell. He started small. He knew their weaknesses, their insecurities. He started to expose them. He found their social media accounts. He began spreading rumors about them, nothing too damaging, just enough to cause them some discomfort.

He found it was a good distraction.