I am a music major. I love my major so much. I love the people in it as well. And just in general, my university is amazing... accept my dorm...don't get me wrong the beds are nice and it's really cozy. It's just my roommate. He's kinda weird. I barely talk to him. And it's hard since I'm a really friendly guy...but he's always talking to himself. And he always seems stressed or anxious...I don't really know what's going on in his weird ass brain... Today, I was laying on my bed writing lyrics, until I heard a shatter from his room. I slowly got up and went to his closed door...I knocked and when there was no answer, I opened it. And he room was a mess. There were papers everywhere, the papers had really beautiful sketches on them, there was also a canvas with a nice sketch on it, but what was concerning was his shattered mirror. Then I saw him in the corner. He had his head tucked into his knees, and he was shaking and sobbing softly. I went over to him, and when I tried to touch him..."GET AWAY DONT TOUCH ME" he yelled. I stepped back. "Hey, hey, it's okay...your okay" I say in a soft voice.