I’m so tired lately. But too restless to sleep. My new job has been taking a huge toll on me, on top of the other every day stresses. I’m terrified of responsibility, the future. I guess I’ve reached that phase every adalescant goes through when they realize their almost not kids anymore. Everything feels so superficial. Clothes, make up, friends, whatever. Its all just a waste, an attemp to make my life meaningful somehow. But the thing is, it’s not never will be. When I die, that’s gunna be it. After a while, no one will remember me or the things I’ve done. Nothing I do will ever matter and I feel like a waste of space. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. I wish I could just shut my head off for once.