This isn't a popularity poll.
A lot of people have been raggin on me for expressing the way I feel.
In case you guys still don't get it, I'll explain it better:
I am Sir Lancelot, deemed by fate to be a perfect knight, yet betrayed and cursed by his sins that such a title always be beyond his grasp.
I am the helping hand, I am the crying shoulder, I am the warm embrace, I am the silent listener, I am the soft stare of adoring eyes.

Do you think because all this might make me a "nice guy" that I shouldn't get frustrated sometimes? Do you think that a "nice guy" is completely incapable of wrath? Do you think that I should wallow in despair and never complain even on my dying day when I'm withered and sickly and alone? GO SCREW YOURSELVES! I'll vent when I want and I'm stilll a nice guy. I've never hurt anyone. My lies have never hurt anyone. I don't lie about anything important that could hurt someone.

Now you tell me
What is a nice guy?
What is a friend?
What is a comrade?
What is a lover?
What is love?
Why does it hurt?
What the hell do you want?