I hate sharing my room with people. I just, don't like socializing in real life that much with people I don't know, since I have social anxiety, and I have knowledge of my diseases, therapies and sort of. However, there's this dude sleeping in my room, my brother-in-law's brother, coming from a different island to the main island, mine. He sort of uses my things and every night I go to the bathroom cry because that's my reaction to things. It's difficult when you can't handle most things, like social anxiety and bipolarity.