Two Cents About Living Quarters

I worried all day that I am the sort of roommate who is depressing and sad to live with. I may be a clean and good person to live in those aspects, but my personality and behavior, especially in regards to interacting with others is something that is probably negative and discouraging at best to deal with. I was concerned all day and it just brought me down I guess, so much so that I stayed away from my house and the people here and when I got home I was so sad and dreary about it that I locked myself in my room in the dark like I always do, just to mope because the thought of chatting in the kitchen was such a god awful concept.