ye I go out with my cousin clubbin 1ce a week & the same thing happens over & over; she buggers off with some guy, I stay in town for a bit (feelin like a twat talkin to strangers) then I go home with my tail between my legs. I've just been now actually & its the last fkn time I go until I form legitimate friends of my own. Guys will no doubt relate to this, its the same thing ever year.

We're expected to go out & party every week but u have to be really, really in the mood to dance with strangers. I start off spirited but then depression quickly settles in, triggered by feelin completely lost in a crowd of jubilants. These constant disapointing nights contribute to my low self esteem i'd say ..