It can get only so deep before you have to climb out of the cesspool.

I am not looking for anything better, only peace.

In earlier times I may have gone on a pilgrimage. Today I can only seek inner solace.

It comes down to a choice, really.

And, I've always been a coward when it comes to choices.

I can only hold up my end so long without help. If you offer nothing except hindrance, I'll eventually drop my end.

I cannot do it alone. I've tried, and failed. I've tried, again, and failed. I keep trying, and failing. You offer no help.

Now, my life is unravelling and I can't find the ends to tie them back together.

You can throw shit on me for only so long before I have to step out of the way.

It will be the incorrect choice, it always is the incorrect choice, but I have to chose. I'm sorry, but you're not my final choice.

The plan is set.

I can only await the crack of the starter's pistol.

There is still a slight chance it will be Option B, but it is so slight as to be impossible to imagine coming true.

is ready to throw off the schackels