A Hunk of Metal adrift through Space

This hunk of metal adrift through space at six seventh of the speed of light. This will be my tomb. My fate was sealed in an instant, when a little piece of debree smashed my ship in the back and left hit her forever paralyzed. There is no way to slow her down or to change her course. Had the ship been standing still I might have been able to go out there and fix her in the a day or two. But now, with her speed, I will just be throwing myself into the void if I even tried. No friction means that the only way she will ever slow down is by hitting something and transfering her kinetic energy into it.
Thankfully I dont have to worry about succombing to any slow agonising deaths. Neither starvation nor asphyxiation will be my undoing thanks to the advanced hydroponics on the ship. No man nor beast is present on the ship to share their mutated viral passangers with my immune system, and the advanced medbay might cure any ailments I develop throughout my life. Everything to allow me to live a long, lonely life.
The only ones who might set me free from these eons of torment are stray objects floating into my trajectory, or my own hand.