Why is it still so early?

Why is it still so early? Why does time go by so freaking slowly? I feel trapped, as though in sludge that I can't get out of, that's holding me back. I feel like a snail that can't get anywhere. When otherwise, time would go by too quickly for me and now it goes by far too slowly. That's a reason for why I essentially despise existence on this world. In the time that it takes what seems like an eternity, I'm bored and there's nothing really to do that I haven't done before anyways. How could it end up this way? How could I end up in a world such as this?! It's indescribable. The suffering that I'm going through is anything but describable. "How is this even possible?" I tend to think to myself. It makes me feel every horrible way that one could possibly feel, from despair to anguish, from sadness to depression, all of the way to condemnation.