Making actual friends/ connections is really hard for me

Sometimes I feel like there is something wrong with me because I feel too much. I feel like my heart and mind are too big for me, and every day is torture when I care for people so much and when I think too much. This isn't me overthinking or anything, it's literally just me caring for people. I want to love people and make friends with people because I think other humans are so cool and interesting because we all have our own stories to tell and lives to live and I love all the different experiences we have as humans, but then when I care for someone I dive so deeply into them, and find only hell. It's like so many people end up being horrible and uncaring. I don't know how people can regard other living forms in the ways they do. Everything in my head has a sentiment, and I think that's what makes it so hard to make friends. I have such a love hate relationship with people, so much so that my sister calls me a misanthrope because I seemingly hate people so much, and it's true. I hate people so desperately, but my love for other people is just as strong. I believe that living things as a whole deserve the right to happiness and prosperity, and when I see people who couldn't care less about life; it makes my blood boil, but then I remind myself that its not entirely their fault, but it's also the fault of the generations and people before them, or around them that have made them to think this way. It is simply the fault of the people that put these ideas into the minds of those people. I have never been able to make meaningful connections with people because of my intense devotion to bliss for all. It seems like now people don't care about each other, and it just gets hard for me to keep living when all I see and feel around me is brutality. Every day is hell for a person who cares for the entirety and thinks about everything. I will never understand the nature of those who don't "care too much" and love the world, and I despise not understanding people. Yet, I still try to find a sense of love within these people made of hatred and remind myself that they are human too. Nothing excuses their horrible nature, but at least in my mind they still have a shred of humanity.