People are cruel. Yes, very cruel. My roommate in college doesn’t like me. No, she certainly does not. Well, one of the three other people in this room. Lets call her M. H and A are other roommates, with randomly assigned letters. A and H are so sweet and dear, and I love them, despite the fact that the four of us are crammed into a tiny room and I can stretch out my arms and touch my roommate’s beds. Well, M… I’m trying to love her and care about her and want her to be happy, but for whatever reason, she just hates me. She’s made it clear. Sometimes she’ll seem like she cares, sometimes, she’ll seem like she wants me to be happy, too… And then she goes and plays pranks or tells me that she does things because she knows it makes me suffer. It really upsets me. I don’t know what i did to make her hate me so much, or why she likes to hurt me.. The world is not a cruel place, and many, many people are kind and good. So why do I keep running into the cold, cruel people, who perhaps I don’t understand, yet love to make me sad?