A series of questions.

Why is this world filled with broken people?  Is this self-projection?  Where are all the happy people?  Do they really exist?  Are the people I see everyday the same as me because I wish it?  Is this all just a dream projection of my subconscious?  If it is, why can't I wake up?  Why does everything here seem to revolve around me?  Why do I feel I am living inside my own bittersweet hell?