And then you wake up one day and you're 27, still working in your hometown convenience store with no prospects, no friends, and you've never been more miserable. You aren't even angry at anything, you're just sad and tired and it's easier to dismiss everything than to deal with it.
You go for long walks in the middle of the night, when the world finally backs off from you a bit and you can have some time to yourself. The air is cool and you aren't wearing enough layers but you'll be fine, the crisp air feels good. You take a drag and breath out deep, looking far down the empty street.