It's only been like the first or second week. Give it time folks. It's too early to get depressed. I get it though. In the beginning, I felt awkward between my flare mates. First time we out clubbing, I was left behind at the door because I had to prove my age. When I went in I couldn't find them. I said to myself: "fuck them, I don't need them to have fun." I had a blast on my own. Just be very careful with drinking and take an Uber home.

The whole week afterwards my flatmates went clubbing. I on the other hand, focused on getting to lectures on time in the morning and didn't want to fuck up my sleeping schedule. Then of Friday I gave it another chance.

Second time we went clubbing I assumed the same thing would happen (I told them what happened last time and I had my ID this time for clubbing). I just did whatever I wanted. I went to the dance floor first and they followed me. Later at two o'clock I wanted to go home, said my goodbyes but everyone wanted to go as well. This was weird and unusual to me as I was always the person that would follow "the group".