Small Town Life (Sucks)

I'm frustrated, alone, and bored.

I've been back home for almost a year now. I find that this place brings out the weird in me. The seclusion is depressing. I'm at my best when I'm at work and focused on something other than my own thoughts. This has lead me to believe that I need to acquire a second job merely to fill the time void, and thus keep my brain from delving into dark places it doesn't need to go.
The whole situation has gone so far south of my expectations. I intended to move back, and reside with my family for a short period of adjustment. That short period has now unveiled itself to be a several year expanse of my life. I make less money, and have to put out a more significant chunk of it in order to maintain a job.
I further exacerbated my situation by indenturing myself to my family financially. The family car was aging. It became unsuitable for the long-distance transit I required. So in a flawed from-the-word-go move, I engineered a trade in. My atrocious credit score dictated that my payments would be astronomical. For the next four years, my transportation expenses will be almost 60% of my net income. What the hell is wrong with me?
I imagine that if I had a social outlet, friends of the same mind, that I might be less melancholy. I don't foresee that happening anytime soon. The few gay/lesbian people in this county are xenophobic and reclusive, with due cause. The closest place with any measure of freedom in that area is Jacksonville... Why did I move into a cultural void?