i hate rush hour.
coming home for me is like being squeezed into a sardine can.
all that pushing and shoving just to get on the train…
ugh.
its like a fight to see who can get and stay on.
people don’t even give a fuck either.
they will squeeze themselves in a tight spot just to get in.
well tonight,
this someone squeezed himself in my tight spot and…
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