Whats up with me?

Whats up with me?
As much as I wait for weekends, I don't want them too.
As much as I want to rest, I don't feel like going home.
What do I want?
Where do I want to go?
Is it that I want my own home?
Is it that I want my own world?
Sometimes, I feel I can't tell what I want, but I certainly know what I don't want.