As time went by, I started to give up— give up on you. I was tired of the rejection. I was tired of the anger. I was tired... My enormous efforts to get through to you exhausted me. Your thick skull— refusing my words. Day after day, I found myself hiking up a landslide. Each step I took, up the loose land, it pushed me away. Countless times I have been crushed by crumbling rocks. Hurt by their hardness, harmed by their hate. All to try to get through to you.