So I lived in a house share with my uni mates we lived in a 4 bedroom one of house mates moved out and I was friends with the other 2. Despite over hearing them talk about me a couple of times and being made to feel like **** a fair few times they always opened their arms to me, got me lil things , kind gestures and vice Versa , I’m generally quite a private person and always doubble check that I have locked my bedroom door however this one particular day I was going home to visit my family and was rushed into leaving the hose so I couldn’t remember whether I had locked my door . My uni house mates are welcoming but they have snooped into my other housemate’s room ( the one who left ) without hesitation.I was journaling pretty heavily bac then as I was goin through a dark period and quite angry at the world after dealing with loss etc , my diary spoke about really personal thoughts at the time and over the years, personal struggles I’ve never told anyone ,isolation, dreams , thoughts on my housemates that may have not been the nicest although I never verbalised these thoughts as I knew they were coming from a place of anger, hurt and I was not in the right headspace. When I came back to uni it was quiet late and I really didn’t want to wake anyone it was dark and somehow I had managed to get into my room but AGAIN In the heat of the moment of trying to be quiet I didn’t realise how I got into my room and whether my bedroom was intially locked .I also found a brown hair in my room by my diary when I have black hair . It could have been an old hair but soon after this I noticed my housemates would talk less , we started drifting , they starting sharing less we had a tradition it was custom for us to watch a movie or tv series pretty much everyday and discuss and share what we liked but not once after this moment had they invited me to do the things that made us close . For final year I had previously made a promise to another friend that I’d move in in with her which my housemates were aware of . I don’t know if my housemates have read my diary and what hurts the most is I’ll never know I just feel so violated and I don’t know how to let this go do I ask them, maybe I did lock my door, if not how can I move on from this ? It’s not the same as it used to be they seem more distant and when they do ask to hang it seems like they r doing it for the sake of formalities, the atmosphere is tense and forced or with a group of mutals/ friends made in first year (new housemates ) despite being nice to their faces they do nothing but complain to me about them all the time .i can accept that friends drift apart but the fact there is the potential that they invaded my privacy and then after essentially without my consent reading my diary to finding a lot of personal things, memories , thoughts about them and life I prefer to kept hidden, they then discarded me makes me feel so violated and anxious and makes it 10x worse. I just don’t know what to do im definitely getting a little padlocked diary or never journaling again that’s for sure. I don’t know what to do or how to get over this I’ve lost so many nights sleep over this and it’s been year. I feel so consumed by this Any advice appreciated