One time I was poor and boarding with two other people my age, college students. I had been working a shitty dish washing job, but had just been laid off a month earlier since the owners were going to shut down for renovations over the next half year while they went on vacation in Europe. I got an extra month's pay, but that soon dried up and I barely was able to cover my share of rent that month. Almost no money for food. No luck with finding another job. Anyway, one night my roommates decided to hold a get together without asking me and invited a bunch of people over, including what sounded like lots of foids. It was hell, I felt trapped in my room, I realized I wasn't able to bring myself to open the door and go out and approach. I was half starved, no confidence, I never had a chance to have a shower that day and I felt like I had some pimples on my face. My room was positioned so that anyone in the living room would see me come out if I opened my door. I thought I had no choice but to pretend I was asleep or not home and try wait to wait it out.
After a while, I had to urinate so I pissed in a bottle. Then I started getting really dehydrated, I was dying for a drink of water or anything not foul, but I had nothing to drink but piss in my room. And the party outside only continued. I lied on my floor for the next 7 hours wanting to kill my roommates for not telling me, with a massive headache from dehydration. They had no respect for me, it was clear. And I felt ashamed at being such a coward and failure for allowing them to control me, to confine myself to my room.
Eventually, around 5am, it seemed like everyone had left and my roommates went to sleep. Went out and finally got some water, but still felt all fucked up for hours. Realized I was cursed and doomed to a life of hell if I didn't figure out a way to escape and live by myself. Later, I would learn that I had schizoid personality disorder.
