I don't get it.

I don't hurt people on purpose.
I have good morals and good intentions.
I'm working on building a relationship with God, slowly but surely.
I give genuine compliments. Every day. To friends, to enemies, to strangers on the street, everyone.
I've saved people from suicide, eating disorders, self-injury, you name it.
It's because I was there for them. I was a friend. I cared. When no one else did.
I don't anonymously troll the internet.
I'm a virgin, and I plan to keep it that way.
I don't do drugs. I don't drink. I don't smoke.

I'm doing my best to be a good person.

What am I doing wrong?

I've tried so hard, for so long, to be the best person that I can be. I've been raised to believe that if you do good things, you've got good things coming to you, and vice versa. I've tried for as long as I can remember to be a good person. So why, at the end of the day, am I left to deal with all of the crap that careless, hateful people have left behind for me to clean up?

And yeah... All of their crap makes me look bad. It makes me look really bad when I involuntarily snap at people for making the wrong joke at the wrong time. I look bad when I can't return a smile or hold a conversation. I look bad when I start yelling because I don't know what else to do. And that's just it. I don't know how else to fix everything at once.

It's so hard to build up a good foundation.
But it's so easy for someone else to come in and tear it all up.