You think it’s going to be like those college movies -late night heart-to-hearts, sharing snacks, moral support during exams. Reality? My roommate never cleaned, left their wet towel on my bed, and turned my room into their personal dump yard. They’d gossip about everyone but acted like an angel to their face. The final straw? They told people my personal stuff I’d shared in confidence and when I called them out, I became the villain of the hostel.
Hostel life teaches you tolerance, patience, and how to cry silently into your pillow at 3AM 
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