Subways constantly forsaking us
This is a formal request for the MTA to reimburse me for my therapy. When the train conductor tells you that the train will be stopping "indefinitely" before it reaches the next station, your sense of self begins to deteriorate and you start to shed all of your hopes and dreams, because, apparently, you will be living out the rest of your life in Manhattan's underground. Eventually, you make it out, but not without a shit ton of existential baggage that certainly won't fit in that clutch you brought out.
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