I'm awake again. The clock says 2:17. I've been lying here for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling, trying to will myself to sleep. But my mind won't stop. It keeps circling back to the same thoughts, the same questions that have no answers.Why am I here? What am I doing with my life? Do any of these choices even matter in the grand scheme of things? The questions swirl around in my head, getting louder and more insistent with each passing minute.I glance over at the clock again. 2:23. I'm not even tired anymore. Just restless and agitated, like there's something I should be doing but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.The light in the hallway is still on. I can see it under the crack of my door, a thin strip of illumination that seems to mock me in my sleeplessness. I wonder if anyone else is awake right now, lying in their bed, staring at their own ceiling, wondering the same things I am.2:31. I give up. I sit up, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and reach for my phone. Maybe if I distract myself with something mindless, I can trick my brain into shutting down. But I know it's a losing battle. The questions will still be there in the morning, waiting for me, as persistent and unanswerable as ever.