Well, if you're being honest, just because things have been the same for a year doesn't mean they're fine. Most days from where you're standing, life is kind of shit.
But let's be further honest. No woman, no weed, a job you hate? Your problems aren't interesting. Is this how the Great Alarm is finally going to grind you down? You always pictured some enormous high-budget conflagration, not this slowly banal dulling of everything. Friends growing distant. Things you used to enjoy just... not on the agenda anymore. Never mind the One Big Thing that you prefer not to think about. Sure, that might have something to do with this gradually rising sense of panic. You guess.
Maybe if you write down everything that's bothering you it'll help you get it off your mind and you'll be able to sleep a few hours before work.