All I've ever been, was exactly who I am.

I'm so emotionally distraught at this exact moment in time, I feel so nauseated it's slightly rediculous. It was one of the best nights I've been a part of in such a long time. One of those nights where I was no one but exactly who I am. I was surrounded by good friends and honesty. However, it must be against some law for me to be able to be happy for any amount of time. It's great to have friends; but it's only great if they're true friends. In life, there are people who are only concerned about themselves, and they will do whatever it takes for them to feel good about themselves and be happy. As it seems, I live with four of them.
I've been single for a good period of time now. To be completely honest, I'm quite okay with it; I find that relationships get quite complicated quite quickly, from my past experiences. I'm not completely uninterested in the male species by any means, but I'm not exacly going out of my way in order to find "the one." If a guy expresses interest in me, which happens quite rarely but that's not the point, I don't tend to analyze it too harshly. I'm now contemplating analyzing those situations a touch more now though.
I recieved an annonymous tip from a friend this evening, informing that my roommates are scheming against me. I learned that they are trying to find a guy to pretend to be interested in me, make me fall for him, and then break my heart. Slightly brutal in my eyes.
What I don't completely understand is the "why" aspect. What on earth have I done to deserve such punishment, for lack of a better term. I suppose if it were truly a punishment, I would much rather be grounded for a month or be spanked, sent to my room and have my internet priviledges taken away. What is it that I have done for such hatred to be posed upon me? Apparently I called the roommates sluts and blocked them on facebook. Well, if that doesn't sound like a 13 year old girl response, I'm really not sure what does. Yes, I blocked them from reading my posts and viewing my pictures. I apologize for not allowing you to creep my entire life, but too damn bad. I also may or may not have referred to them as sluts, I apologize for that; however, I'm quite certain that the term describes them quite well. Kill count competitions, "sexcapades" and setting goals to bring guys home from the bars; how else would you describe that? It's just name calling, but does it really compare to heart break and complete embarassment?
I really cannot wait for April. I can't do this anymore. The tears streaming down my face need to cease and I need to move on with my life.