what's wrong with me?

I really don't understand what's wrong with me. I know I am under a lot of stress here but that's not what's bugging me. What's bugging me is that why aren't my stress bothering me. Everytime I think I have figured everything out I am wrong. I was so happy thinking " yay I finally know who I am " but Nooo. I am more confused than ever. I didn't go to school yesterday or today. My parents didn't even know I wasn't at school yesterday not because I was skipping or anything, because I was just sleeping in my room ,and they didn't bother to check ,and I did't feel like calling them at work and telling them . So today I left a note on my door saying " I DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL, DON'T WAKE ME UP PLEASE". Okay so I understand the green marker I wrote with was fading but they still didn't check. But my dad came home few sec ago and I told him.
Recently I realized how healthy my lifestyle is. I mean I don't drink soda ( errm maybe 2 a month), I am not that into chocolate or candy either. I recently started hating Chinese food and I despise fried chicken. I also stopped going to McDonald's. I nibble on carrots and apples while I read my books or on the phone for hours. I drink lots of water and green tea without any sugar. I try to hit the gym atleast 2 times a week and I love it. And on regular days I dance for atleast an hour. And the funny thing is those weren't really my decisions, they just happened. I didn't decide to hate fried chicken that's just the way it is. Thank you Allah !! May be that's why my stress doesn't bother me.
Next thing GUYS! Well after a year and some months of my longest relationship with the only bengali guy in my life I decided to call it quits. I really cared about him and from what I know I even loved him. But love is one thing I have yet to understand so maybe I am wrong. He loved me so much and it bothered me. I really didn't like the fact he made me the center of his world and expected the same from me. I finally realized I could never make him happy because in order to do that I have to make myself very very unhappy. He was a wonderful guy that's why I had to save him. I understand to a third person I might be the evil witch but when I loved him I had the full plan of marrying him and have kids the total bangla style. Little did I know it was so not going to work out. Beside my parents wouldn't have agreed anyways. Then after the breakup I realized how much I miss the old love of my life Alex. I was crazy about that guy for 3 years. But we never took the relationship anywhere. I knew I liked him way too much but can't be with him because I am bengali. And good Bengali girls only marry Bengali guys. So we just flirted for 3 years. He never asked me out till I fell in love with some other guy. WHAT A JERK! So I rejected him even though it really hurt me I had to be faithful. After I broke up with my boyfriend he came back and gave me a piece of his mind. And the truth was he loved me but he couldn't take it anywhere because I wouldn't let him. I felt so horrible that day. I always cried thinking he was being a pimp and it's all his fault and suddenly I realized the fault was all mine. So that episode ended. Then I totally swore off guys. No more guys till my mom and dad pick someone for my marriage.Then I met this total heartstopping gorgeous guy in order to get him I flirted with his friend who ended up liking me and I kind of like him too. then I met a third guy who is just the sweetest and nicest guy and he makes me smile and he makes me cry. I cry when I can't see him and I smile when I do. I can't help smiling at him right infront of my parents and I can't help flirting with him right infront of my parents. And the greatest thing about it is my mom and dad don't say anything. Because usually if I am standing close to a guy....just a random guy they question me about it. And then threaten to lock me up and not let me go far away for college. But this guy, even my mom showers him with one compliment after another. The good thing is he is muslim even though he is not bengali. The other two are non-muslims so the relationship couldn't go anywhere anyways. I don't what's going to happen in the future but I don't want to do anything wrong. I don't want to make my parents unhappy, don't want to make Allah unhappy. I think I am being very picky with guys. When I marry ( which will be in 3-4 yrs) I want to marry a very handsome very sexy rich bengali guy, who has class. I want him to be intelligent. He has to be very proud of his culture and his religion. He totally has to know how to pray, read quran and hadith so we can discuss them. Even if he really doesn't know I would like it if he wanted to know. I am not that religious even though I know it's wrong. So I hope the guy is a positive influence on me. He has to be passionate about the stuff he does ( like his hobby, sports or his career). I want him to be ambitious. It would be a real great bonus for me if he knew forbes top ten.So he knows who we have to beat in order to get on that chart. Because it's time for Bill Gates and Melinda Gates to come down so Me and Mr. Right can be the super couple. He has to be athletic and it would be nice if he played any other sports beside cricket. I wish he would do something other bengali guys don't like surf or rock climb or be a frat boy or be a shakespeare literature nerd. He has to have a great smile . So when I get really mad at him I would still realize how lucky I am to have such a goodlooking husband. He is irreplacable. He has to be open minded. So even when he doesn't like my idea he wouldn't put me down. And he has to be a good person. No lying, I want him to be brave enough to tell me what he did wrong because that's important to me. No disrespecting other people. But I think a little arrogance in a guy is just so hot. But only when he is worth it. And he has to love me enough to build me that dream house I designed .Which will include an indoor gym so no one gets out of shape . And last but not least he has to love my family(mom, dad, bro & sis) just the way I would love his. It's very important he gets along with my dad and little brother so they can watch world cup soccer together along with his Dad if he is interested. AND OFCOURSE be the greatest dad to the beautiful kids we have. I know these are impossible but they are so important to me. They are so so so so so so so so so so important to me. I would never be happy knowing the guy I married doesn't possess one of those qualities. I never want to look down on my husband. I have to be sure he is good enough for me. I might sound very very concieted but it's my life. I am not dress shopping or anything. I am picking someone to spend the rest of my life with. Someone who I have to live with, share my house(his house) with, share my bed with and let's not forget the kids okay. I have never felt more immature and lost but compromising on picking the right guy is just WRONG. It's injustice.