When you find yourself in a place that is slowly chipping away at your soul every day and you tolerate it, where do you draw the line and follow that line to the exit? You can see the exit but you fear to exit because your soulful spirited will is crushed by the weight of the place you find yourself in as it infests and makes all your spaces of existence a toxic cesspool of soulless sludge.

Regardless Anon, never lose your god given ability to draw lines to make sense of the world.