learner68

Background: There is a girl who I am acquainted with through my school. She requested to follow me, but since I don't accept friend requests unless I know the person for a while she started to pressure me. I did not give in to the pressure but a time when we needed to contact each other for school work but I did not want to give her my phone number so I accepted the request from her so we can message each other.

I saw she posts a lot of pictures on Instagram but they were inconsistent about the photo taking style and it would always be on stories for just 24 hours. Although I barely post my face, I post some pictures on things I saw and since I like to travel a lot I posted those things to

I don't know what to put here but feel free to ask questions because I am one of those people.

I am exploring this town and I stumbled across a lively street. A few people had paint on their face and they were holding some drawings. A girl showed me where it was and we sat down together.

In the middle of the drawing, we hear some very loud voices. I decided to ignore it, but it kept getting louder and louder. I couldn't hear everything, but from what I understood was that a guy was calling another guy gay. The other said no he was not. They kept going back and forth. The accused guy kept telling the gay guy to leave him alone.

I don't know a lot about this town, but no one did anything. They just told them to be quieter. Everyone minded their own business, so I decided to do the s

I was always an overachiever to where I would have tutors on weekends and after classes on top of my school activities and classes, but finally I finished "high school." I no longer have any competitions, school work or anything like that.

I have 2 jobs but I am getting a full break since my dad suggested it. I did not know what to do at all. I took photos of sceneries, I traveled but they are places I have always been at, went on picnics, etc. I used to enjoy these things after my school work and now I feel nothing. Like "yay! I ate a cake" "Yay, I drank my milk tea" etc. Nothing exciting. Did my brain interpret those things as a reward after hard work? Did I enjoy traveling just because

Months ago I posted about a funeral I was heading for my Qatari friend. I was asking for tips on what to do.

I noticed later that my friend wasn't crying or being sad at all. She was shocked and sad that the relative was gone at the moment, but after the funeral, she just never seemed to be fazed by it. Her lifestyle stayed consistent and acted the same way she used to before it happened. I asked her about it and she told me that the relative is in heaven and won't go to hell because they were a good person because they earned so many good deeds (they donated millions of euros, housed people, educated people, etc) but I thought Muslims couldn't say who could and couldn't go? I know actions