I hide my mouth when I cry. Tears expose the intimate emotions at one’s core so blatantly, that I fear every weakness will pour out if I show my mouth. Throughout my senior year, I have bared the teeth of my most terrifying secrets to those who matter the most to me, each time with a hand over my mouth, as if removing it would release a deluge of fallacies from my being. For as far into the past...

My school was one of the cheapest on my list (which was a huge part...