Looking at the wall the rest of my Life?

I did not know that she was serious that day when I was younger when I did all that cutting up in junior high and high school. She said that I was going to be staring at the wall all day long twittling my thumbs. Well not in those exact words but something like that. Well anyhow, I am going to die staring at this cracked wall. That wall is going to be the last thing I see from now on. Does this sound depressed or no? Should I ignore it? Is it normal? :-/