sometimes I just want to go back home

I woke up late today and had to ride a later train into work. I never thought my commute could be any more depressing, but the people on the train were just masks of disgruntlement. I had music in my headphones and a book in my hand, making it one of my rare happy moments, but everytime I looked up and around, it just got more and more depressing. Which naturally made me think less about the moment I was in and more about the moment I was headed towards. Honestly I wouldn’t wish my situation upon anyone that enjoys making and working on websites. I’m sure there’s some advice somewhere that says if you complain about your job more than X times a day, then it’s time to change it.