Why?
Granted.
You're so effective at precognition that the government decided to kidnap you and use for certain military experiments. You're now forced to live like a rat in a cage for the rest of your life (which you had predicted would happen), while the government uses your precognitive abilities at their whim.
I wish I was immortal.
Bah, your answer is so comic book. I was hoping for more insight into the sort of future you'd see by proxying my own foresight as the means of hearing it. All I learned was that you're uncreative.
Granted.
With immortality, your senses dull. Overtime, you barely even notice your own existance, life becoming a purgatory within itself. Still able to feel the pain of hunger and thirst, still able to feel your own body age, your emotional capacity reduced to only feeling boredom, a boredom no one else could understand, a boredom you could never hope to rid yourself, unable to move your own limbs from the sheer wear and tear of time, you are in a constant state of torture in the eternity that was your own wish.
I wish I could do anything.