Why does the world hate me? I was almost having a good day and it all goes to shit. I want to die. I want to cut my arm open and overdose and die. I can't have one decent day. Ever. No matter what. Karma isn't real because I don't deserve all of this shit. I hate life. I hate myself. Enough people want me dead that suicide wouldn't be selfish. I don't see why people think suicide is selfish anyway.