Crashbox

I feel tired. Tired of compromise. Tired of giving in, doing what you want to do every damn time. Tired of putting out all the effort, with nothing but an absent-minded, 'O yeah, thanks.' in return. Do you understand me? No. Do you wish to understand me? No. For of course, that doesn't matter, 'cause we're friends, right? Yet I sacrifice all to understand and accommodate you. No hard feelings. Just tired, that's all.