My breath shakes and I feel my eyes burn. Burn with the familiar sensation, a stinging sensation of salty tears and frustration. My muscles grow weak, though I do no work. My mind goes tired, though it has no reason. No reason. I start crying for no reason. When I am laughing with my friends, plastering a slight smile on my face. Tears start rolling down my cheeks, but I do not stop laughing. I think I'm laughing at myself. Laughing at how ridiculous I must seem. Laughing off my own sorrow as strangers around me grow nervous at the sudden wave of emotion in the crowd. I look around through foggy vision. Not understanding why I'm crying is like not understanding my algebra homework. It is something I should understand. Something that should be common sense, yet I still don't know. The stinging sensation doesn't stop, even after I feel too dehydrated to cry anymore. This is too much.