You're caught in the rip tide of modern life.  That awful place between functional alcoholic and under-achieving post-college professional adult.  A prolonged adolescence you fear may last well over this "hill" you're supposed to be climbing right now.  It feels so stupid and alone.  Everyone becomes a manifestation of something you hate about yourself and you find yourself fighting to relate to just one other human being who can even come close to understanding this bullshit life you once willingly, even eagerly, immersed yourself in but now find drowning you.  Those swimming lessons your dad made you take during the summer (while he was slaving away and sacrificing his 20's to make sure you and your borther could grow up with all the advantages he didn't have) will sure come in handy right about now.  Treading water, floating on your back, taking a dive.  Who knows.  Maybe you'll get lucky.  Maybe this stagnant water isn't putrid with bacteria and disease.  Maybe you won't die before you reach the shore.