You constantly work from 6 am to 12 pm everyday, working two different jobs just barely making it by each month. Because of this and the fact that you have no time to make any friends or get into a relationship you became depressed. Waking up felt like a struggle and you just wanted the cycle to be over. You’re taking the train home one day because your car broke down, you hear the train coming and something inside tells you to walk forward. As you’re walking about to end it an arm pulls you back. “are you okay? you could of gotten killed.”