That's it, I quit!

     I haven't been happy with the way things have been going at WTF lately. I feel like every time I c;aim to be the Head of Household, my roommates treat that as meaning the person who is responsible for making sure the bills get paid, and taking care of everything. But when I try to make my preferences and opinions heard, they are disregarded and brushed aside. Agreements are broken by people when they change their minds, and don't care about how that affects other people or the agreements they may have made with others.
     I'm now being told I am not allowed to keep belongings on the third floor of WTF because people who moved into one room decided they should be entitled to more. And rather than discussing this, my property was moved without telling me, and placed into a walkway that I use in the dark. So that I ran full force into something very hard, and am still in severe pain twelve hours later. I was even told that I should be able to "keep my entire life in my bedroom" when it comes to having my belongings anywhere else in the house.
     I am sick of people trying to push me to the side and ignore how I feel. If I am not wanted in my own home, I will show these people just how much I care about them. I will spend every moment that I can in my room. I will only leave to prepare and eat food, and to shower. After I help the unemployed roommate with this coming month's rent, I am done. I will not be helping anyone anymore. I won't be cooking meals for anyone but myself. I won't help anyone who is even five dollars short on bills. I won't pick up something they forgot at the grocery store. I'm done!
     If that means I have to go back into isolation, then so be it. I can't keep pretending to be the strong woman who can survive anything and has the ability to handle whatever comes my way. Not when I don't have anybody giving back half the care I give to them. I can't be the person I truly am, either. Any time I admit that I'm scared, confused, worried, or unhappy, I am told that everyone feels this way and I should stop complaining. So I guess it's time to actually become the useless person everyone seems to want me to be. I'll make sure the bills are paid, because that affects me. But if it's only for the good of someone I live with, I won't do anything. I won't try to voice my opinions anymore, since they don't seem to matter.
     I have not been able to calm down from the stress that the roommate losing his job caused. And since the events of last night, I have not stopped crying. I don't know what to do anymore. And I feel like I'm done even trying.