Some time ago, I had this strange, heavy feeling — like life was repeating itself. The same patterns, same emotions, same disappointments.
I brushed it off, telling myself not to overthink, but deep inside... I knew something wasn’t right.
But anyway, let’s not get into that — it still makes me shiver 🥶.
Hey everyone! I’m Unknown (yep, can’t share my name 🥲), and today I’m sharing something very close to my heart — my first experience of hostel life.
You think living in a hostel is fun, full of freedom, crazy night-outs, endless gossip, and no parents to scold you, right?
That’s what I thought too.
But reality? It hit different.
It was exactly one year ago when I packed my bags, hugged my mom tightly, and waved goodbye with a smile — trying to hide the nervous butterflies dancing in my stomach 🦋.
I had a head full of dreams and a heart full of freedom fantasies.
> “Finally!” I told myself. “I’ll have privacy, independence, peace. I’ll get to know myself better.”
My best friend Mahira was coming too. Not just to the same college — we were going to be roommates. I felt lucky.
We both had the same background, same vibes, and almost the same life goals.
> “She’s like my sister,” I used to say.
The first few days were honestly... magical.
We unpacked together, decorated our side of the room with fairy lights and Polaroids 📸, made jokes about our neighbors, and shared every single thing — even our money.
Yes, all the cash we brought from home was kept safely in her bag 💰.
We used to make Maggi at 2 a.m., watch reels, laugh till we cried, and vent about classes and homesickness.
We even kept a shared diary 📔 where we wrote about our hostel adventures and doodled our “roomie goals.”
I genuinely thought I had found my soulmate in friendship.
But slowly… something began to change.
Mahira started becoming a little too controlling.
She’d decide what to buy with our money, what snacks we could eat, and even who we should hang out with.
If I laughed a little too much with someone else, she’d give me the cold shoulder.
I ignored the signs at first. Maybe she was just being protective?
But things took a darker turn.
One day, I walked into the common area and heard laughter — familiar voices.
I paused.
They were talking about me.
Mahira was there, sitting with some girls from our floor.
> “She’s too sensitive yaar,” she laughed. “Cries over everything. And acts like a saint.”
“And who keeps ALL their money in one bag anyway? So dumb,” someone else added.
My heart dropped.
I stood there silently, unseen, like a ghost in my own story.
I went back to the room, stared at the wall, and cried.
How can someone you trust the most turn into the one who breaks you the deepest?
When she came back, I confronted her. I didn’t scream. I didn’t accuse.
I simply asked: “Why?”
Her reaction?
Defensive. Arrogant. Cold.
> “You’re too emotional,” she said. “It was just a joke. Don’t overreact.”
That night, we slept back-to-back in silence. The same room — but a huge wall between us.
After a few days, I applied for a room change.
My heart felt heavy, but my gut said: Leave before it gets worse.
I was assigned a new roommate — and I hoped this time, it would be better.
But fate?
Fate had jokes.
My new roommate was even more chaotic. A loud, gossip-loving girl who treated the room like her personal kingdom.
She’d blast music, throw her stuff everywhere, talk loudly on speaker phone, and yell at me for things I didn’t even do.
She was the kind of person who would borrow your pen and return it broken.
Who would “accidentally” spill water on your notebook and still blame you for keeping it there.
I missed my old room.
I missed Mahira.
But I didn’t miss the pain.
Now, all I do is survive.
I put in my earphones, keep my side of the room clean, and count the days —
Only 2 months left.
Two more months, and this hostel chapter will be over.
But you know what?
I don’t regret anything.
This experience — as bitter and broken as it was — taught me more than any textbook could.
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✨ Lesson 1:
Not everyone who smiles with you is your friend.
Some people come into your life not to stay, but to teach you how to never lose yourself again.
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✨ Lesson 2:
Being alone isn’t scary.
What’s scary is being surrounded by people who make you feel alone even when they’re right next to you.
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So if you’re stepping into hostel life for the first time — enjoy it, learn from it, but most importantly, guard your peace 🕊️.
Trust, once broken, doesn’t heal easily. And friendships?
The real ones don’t make you question your worth.
