Where Is the Line?

Do you think there is a line somewhere where trying to be a good person, and do the right thing, and get along with everyone gets so fucking frustrating that it actually makes you a worse person? If so, I'm pretty sure I've crossed it. I still do everything I feel like I should do, and try my best not to argue with or inconvenience anyone, but I'm so fucking bitter about it that I'm pretty sure everyone can tell that I hate everything. At this point, I really just want to tell everyone I know (human and non-human) to fuck off, and move to Portland, or any place that's not here (I mean that I want to move to Portland, not that I want to tell them to move to Portland).