Laying on my Bed in Thoughts when I'm Alone

It suddenly hits me how fast time moves. It is already the end of my second year of college life. Laying in bed, I feel so empty. I think about how life is so repetitive. I go eat, go to class, come back and do some work, go to de-stress, go to dinner, go shower, go and chill and online and then go to bed. Wake up and the whole things starts all over again. At least in school, there is a more structured life style to follow, but thinking of the future, I don’t know what will I do. It is not one of those “You don’t have to hurry to find yourself” kind of situation. I have plans that I would like to do, but I am never emotionally into anything I do. I just feel so void and empty. I feel everything I do is just to procrastinate before my death. At least school gives me set plans to follow, but once I graduate, I have to follow my rules. I don’t know how. Besides work, what else will my life be? I don’t enjoy doing anything. I am emotionally detached to everything. Even surfing the web is boring. It’s more of do I just go back to sleep or do something. Ah. Time is going by so fast. Life is going to get a lot duller. I really wish death will arrive soon.
I am not actively seeking death. Please do not worry.
Also I am sorry I jump a lot. I am writing on a spur of moment.