We were not that close. They already lived together for a year before I came to the room.
A nice room. Not perfect. But it just feels nice. Hard to explain.
We don't talk or meet often. We got our own schedule. Of course, it's different. We are in different course and year.
At first, I feel quite uneasy to know that my roommates are actually seniors. I feel small, fragile, uncomfortable.
But as days go by, it's actually not that hard. I just worry too much.
They're way too nice toward me.
Still, I'm trying my best to fit in.
Till then
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