I’m 9 hours into this train ride, 7 of which have been in complete darkness, and I’ve got 3 hours left. I hate everything.
I like riding the train, but this 3pm to 3am route is pure awful. I don’t sleep well/at all in moving vehicles or around strangers, so I’m basically a zombie at this point. I am really not looking forward to having to drive 30 minutes home at 3am.
Luckily the guy sitting next to me is really nice, and I now know most of his life story. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually hate people. I’m just fairly OCD and the most of the world is chaos.