If you were to ask me if I accomplished anything this weekend, my honest answer to you would be no, (unless web surfing and movie binging are true accomplishments). I always do nothing with myself, yet I want to do something of my life. I always push people away, yet I crave affection... Time is too fast and I'm moving too slowly, yet I don't have the will to keep up with time.
My psychologist once told me "you look like you wouldn't care if there was a ticking grenade in this room"
And right now, I really wouldn't care.