Everywhere I go people stop and they sing

Today I woke up yet again and remembered that I'm going nowhere.
And today again I was told that someone believed that there was "a big call" on my life.
And in my Christmas card last year my cousin wrote that she believed God had "a big plan" for my life.
And stuck on my art panels last year was a post-it note that said "I admire your hard-working spirit and determination. God is gonna bless you heaps!"
But I have no plan.
I'm not especially good at anything except French.
I like being creative but I'm no good at my chosen arts, perhps only because I neglect them.
There's no money in being creative.
I've been offered a place at Carrington College, so I now have about 14 days to decide if I'm going to Otago next year.
They obviously liked the look of my application.
But let's face it, world.
I might look good,
I might sound like a nice package deal,
But I have no idea what I want,
no idea where I'm going,
nothing that I'm particularly good at,
and all I would like is for life to stop at the end of this year.
Because from what everyone tells me, all life will be is a long depressant that will be occasionally pock-marked with moments of happiness.
And I feel thoroughly hopeless and useless in this life.