Why do I live in the middle of nowhere?

As far as I could remember, I have always lived in suburbia, in the middle of nowhere with sagging white women and their mom haircuts with the running sneakers, when clearly they have never ran a day in their lives, the white picket fence, 2.5 kids, dog named Logan or Ginger, the gas guzzling SUVs, the j.crew and banana republic children, dinner promptly at 6 PM, with the fathers named Tom or Jim. As sick and twisted as it is, I don't mind suburbia. It is quiet and since I'm not one of them, they leave me alone. I don't get involved with their cookie cutter lives and they don't get involved in mine.
However, living in suburbia also means commuting for hours to the city where civilization lies. NOT that people in the city are more civilized, really, but at least in the city there's stuff happening. My job is there, my school is there, my friends are there. And where am I? In the middle of nowhere, fucking bumble fuck suburban land of nothingness.
My social life, or I should say, the lack thereof has suffered greatly. I have to politely decline invitations to outings or events. I have to make up excuses as to why I can't go but in fact I can go I just can't! I'm so dependent on public transportation that I can't go out and stay out late like I would like to. I can't get drunk like I would like to. And if I do, I'm traveling for god knows how long, waiting for a train or a bus, then riding the train or bus for hours, and then walking into the dark abyss of suburbia.
On my days off, I don't even want to leave. It's like what's the point. I'm going to go where to do what? People have stopped inviting me out. My friends have moved on with their social lives with other people, other friends. People who are more accessible, more available. Oh believe me, I'm totally available, just completely and utterly and hopelessly inaccessible. I hate where I live, but I have no choice.
My school is ruining my adult life right now. I'm almost done, but May could not come any sooner. And then what? I'll be out of school without a full-time job. I tried looking but everywhere I apply, they want someone who is able to work full-time right away. If I could find a full-time job soon, I'll be out of here two seconds flat.
And it's not even so much as where I live, but with whom I live with. The constant stress of pleasing other people, in their space. Having to live up to expectations, riding on someone else's back. Once I'm financially able and sound, I swear I will never live like this again.
And because of my constant living stress, I burden others, my friends, my co-workers, with my daily stresses. I'm sure they've all heard my stories dozens of times about how unbearable it is and how every day is like living in a house walking on egg shells. I know my mom is sick of hearing my bitching and ranting. But she'll hear me out because she knows that I have no one else to vent to. She knows I'm going crazy here, but she also knows that I cannot live with her either.
It's not that commuting is hell. It really has to do with where you are commuting from and where you are commuting to. If I'm meeting friends, no big deal. To work, ugh oh god somebody derail the train so I have a really good excuse not to go. And the fact that I have no sanctuary to go to, after all the long hours of commuting, no quiet place, no place to call my own, makes commuting that much more grueling and miserable, which in turn makes me a miserable human being. When your stomach and your chest is tight with anxiety and anger, you know that something is just not right...