Mental deterioration in the form of crying follows a series of emotional onslaught. Salt drips and drips from the eyes and the hands rub at the face to hide all evidence of displeasure. Subconsciously, I imagine and convince myself that my face will turn raw and sore, resulting in splotches of dry skin and blood, and that my nose, being clogged up with wet snot, too will leave a trace of bleed. Uncomfortable with my sudden weakness and the violent imagery, I continue to rub and rub, bleeding and bleeding, and attempt to fix my contorted expression of depression into an empty facade... And in the end, all I see is a red gore smeared across the face.