Screw it. I can't change. I hate being me and hate living like this. Go home to nothing but a family in an apartment that is too small and daughter and wife who fight all the time. I hate work and hate the train and people I see to and from work. I want to live but I am miserable. Therapy doesn't work and I'm on so many pills. Now to continue my misery and wait for the train home only to be stuck standing and cramped and unhappy.