Worst case scenario

Ugh. I'm just so very annoyed with myself right now. I'm living in this bizarre purgatory where no aspect of my life is good yet, aggravatingly, I can't figure out what I actually want from life.

I hate my job with a passion - but can't find a job I'd rather have.

I hate where I live - but can't think where I'd like to move to.

I hate my lack of skills - but can't decide on what I want to learn

I hate a considerable percentage of the people around me - but to be fair though I'll chalk that one up to me being a miserable arsehole.

On top of this I'm worried that I'm getting too old now to be so disjointed with my life plans; not to mention too old to come on here and grumble into the empty halls of cyberspace when I'm bored. I should have more substantial hobbies dammit.

At this point I think the best hope for me is that my whole existence is just a daydream in some cosmic rabbit's head, soon to be extinguished when hears a loud noise or smells a carrot or something. Please get distracted soon, cosmic bunny!