Why does noone understand that all the love I have is all for them? They act as if it is not there, or at least they pretend it isn't. But it is, shining through like a beacon for all to see. I reserve none of this for myself, for I am in no need of it. I am the Great Protector, living for others, for their hopes and dreams. My own are for my own time, if I ever get any. I have plenty of free time, but much of that is spent trying to figure out how to make others happy. I'm not happy until everyone around me is. I draw from others emotions, the only difference is I try to make them feel better instead of wallowing in their thoughts. That is my role as Great Protector. Others before thineself, the way I've always seen it, the way it'll always be. It is a lonely life, but he burden is someones and it seems that life has chosen this path for me. I will fulfill my duties to the best of my ability until I am no longer. Even if it drains me completely. This is not the life I would have chosen, but it is something I welcome. My life is empty anyways, what's it matter what happens to me so long as others can be free. I am just biding my time until the final bell of existance tolls to mark the end of my pathetic and pointless time on this raped and ravaged rock we call Earth. When my time comes, it will be one last dip in the cleansing waters until my mortal body fades leaving only the love I once had, long gone from years of despair and self-hatred for never persuing what I have always wanted. But until this happens, I am and will always be the Great Protector for all humanity.