The saddest point was probably in the first year and the flat I was thrown into agreed to go into town for my birthday, and during the pre-drinks in the student bar they were egging me on to drink a yard of beer, which I did and then immediately chucked it up all over myself. I went home to change and then meet them by the bus stop to go to the club, and when I got there I got a text from them saying they weren’t coming, so I just decided to go anyway on my own. When I was in the club this girl I knew from my course started talking to me and I told her it was my birthday and pretended my friends were somewhere in the club and I had just lost them, and just felt like such a loser as the lie left my lips.