Being at college is scary enough, but doing it alone is harder. Having a roommate or roommates can be scary, living with total strangers can be a nightmare. So here's why I hate them so much.

They never make me eat alone.

Whether it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner, they will come eat. Even if they just ate.

They play the mom role when needed.

Everyone has those days when you just need a mother figure. Whether you're too drunk or too sick to move, your roommate is always there to carry you home or give you medicine and soup.

We never fight.

Sure everyone has little silly fights, but we never have a true fight where claws are involved.

They always listen.

About the boy I like, the girl I hate, the pug puppies I saw on the Internet, my meals.

They know when to go out or not.

They always know when to go to that party or when to just stay inside and drink some wine.

They clean up my messes.

Even when I don't ask. The dishes sometimes disappear like magic.

They know when I'm feeling anxious, or stressed, or sad.

They bring the necessary supplies and sit down ready to face the emotion.

Their closet is my closet.

We share everything, from her favorite top to my brand new shoes.

They bring/buy me things I needed.

I needed tampons, and then they appeared at my door. I craved ice cream and she came back with a pint in hand.

They force me to the gym.

Even if they're dragging me by my hair to get there!

They share their last pizza slice.

And we take pizza very seriously.

They know when something is wrong.

I don't know how, call it roomie telepathy, but they always know. And always try to fix it.

They are always put up with me.

I'm a lot to handle. And they just put up with it willingly.

They're my other half.

My sisters, my roommates, my best friends.

These are some of the reasons why I hate my roommates. But in reality, love you to death. Thank you.