Why do I resent people coming into my room so much Inner Monologue of Invasion of Privacy

I hate it when people just barge into my room, even asking me what I'm doing or where I'm going makes me uncomfortable. It's like being completely stripped of my privacy, I feel angry and confused, to put it more seriously, I even have the illusion that I've been violated, and I'm so devastated that I feel like everything is hopeless, I don't want to do anything, and I'm so disheveled that I can't stand it.

Every time someone inquired about my whereabouts, I basically made up an excuse and lied, just not wanting to reveal the truth, feeling that it was the only way to keep that little bit of security.

I enjoy being alone and quiet in my own little world, uneventful and without half a ripple.

But as soon as the outside world breaks this peace, I feel especially hard and totally overwhelmed.

I always feel that people are purposely making excuses to come into my room just to pry into my privacy, and I feel especially awkward about it.

I don't know what's wrong with me, sometimes it doesn't feel normal to hide like this, but it's as if there's a force forcing me to be like this or the whole thing will fall apart.