I wish I could cry quietly. I wish I could cry in peace and no one would disturb me. Instead I'm cursed by these gut-wrenching wheezes that leave me gasping for air. I wish my cheeks didn't squeeze up when I cry. I look like a clown, I feel like a fool. I wish people would have the decency to leave me alone. Instead I'm patted and pawed at like a family dog. Poor thing. Is there anything I can do? No. Get out. No one knows how to cry quietly.