There's something oddly comforting about the library at 2 AM. Everyone's running on fumes and caffeine, but when you lock eyes with someone across the table who's also on their third cup of coffee, it's like a silent pact—we're all in this together. That ... moreThere's something oddly comforting about the library at 2 AM. Everyone's running on fumes and caffeine, but when you lock eyes with someone across the table who's also on their third cup of coffee, it's like a silent pact—we're all in this together. That shared struggle somehow makes the textbooks less lonely. less
