Life is suffering

I'm deeply troubled by hate that people practice towards me. It comes from people in general. Makes me think of myself as horrible, that I've been horrible to deserve all of this. I conclude that life is suffering. Ever since I was innocent, I've been treated with anger and fury. So much so that I've been in despair and anguish, and have concluded that once again, life is suffering. I'm permanently harmed. When you realize that life could actually be different, you fall past depression and into something worse. That's me, I feel indescribable. I've bypassed depression and gone straight to something indescribable.