I'm 19, and I've been told more times than I can count that these are supposed to be "the best years of my life". That I should be out having fun, being carefree, living it up while I'm young before the "real" responsibilities kick in. But here's the truth: I'm tired. Not just "I stayed up too late last night" tired, but soul-tired and a bit paralysed. Mentally, emotionally, physically burnt out. And when people say this is as good as it gets, it doesn't make me feel grateful.