I hung out with my new roommate for the first time today. We were smoking a joint, having a good time. He told me alot about him. We talked about drugs for a bit. I got too comfortable and didnt hide that I've done many. He started asking about me and my "story". It made me uncomfortable. I'm not ready to tell just anyone my story. But I couldn't make myself say that I didn't wanna talk about it. So I just answered with rough outlines of what I did after high school. Then he asked about siblings, I said none. Asked if I grew up with both parents, said no. Then he asked if he shouldn't talk about it and I unconvincingly went "no its good". He went "oh I see, it's like that". The most painful silence of my life.

We tried to talk for a bit more. We both tried to save it but it was impossible. My guard was all the way up. I couldn't tell him what music I like or anything about me. Then we went to our rooms. I share kitchen and common area with a lot of people, but he has the room next to mine. What do I do? I'm not mad at him, I want to be friends. I don't want it to be awkward. Should I text him and tell him that? How? Or should I act like nothing happened?

I hope he's not going to tell other roommates or people in my social circle about this interaction. I came off like a sad total fuck-up. We're both students here. I just moved to this city, I'm gonna be here for a while. I dont want my past to define me. I dont want that to be how people think of me.