Today is my birthday.

I’ve never really been the kind of person who cares too much about birthdays, but last year I decided that, no matter what, every birthday I would do something for myself.

Last year, I bought a brownie and my favorite cocktail, went to a beautiful public place by the beach, and sat there alone.

It wasn't some magical birthday. I didn't have friends celebrating me, there weren't gifts, and my family didn't really make a big thing out of it either. But I remember sitting there thinking that maybe one day, I would know what it feels like to be genuinely celebrated.

A lot has happened since then: I moved to university. I met people I never would have met otherwise. I found people I really like, people I don't want to see again, and people I hope I get to meet again. I learned what it's like to be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. I learned that being someone's friend doesn't necessarily mean feeling like they are your people.

I've also had some difficult moments where I was completely alone. But this time, I didn't want to make myself the victim.

Sometimes I told people I needed to be alone. Sometimes I walked away. Sometimes I stayed. Sometimes I reached out. I apologized when I felt I was wrong, even when I knew the other person might never do the same.

And I think I've slowly started understanding something:

Life isn't reflective.

-You can care deeply about someone and they might not care about you in the same way.

-You can remember someone's birthday and they can forget yours.

-You can give someone something because you genuinely wanted to, without ever receiving the same thing back.

-You can show up for people who wouldn't necessarily show up for you.

And for a long time, I think some part of me was waiting for life to eventually make things even. Like if I was kind enough, cared enough, gave enough, eventually someone would do the same for me.

But life doesn't really work that way. And strangely, I'm becoming okay with that.

I don't want to become colder just because I've realized that not everyone loves and cares in the same way I do. I think I actually want to embrace the fact that I feel things deeply, that I care about people, that I want to give when I can, even if I don't always know how to show it.

At the same time, I'm learning that I don't have to give everything to everyone. I'm learning to tell myself 'maybe one day, but not now when I see someone living something I wish I could live'. I'm learning that loneliness isn't necessarily proof that something is wrong with me. And I'm learning that I haven't met everyone who is going to matter to me yet.

This year also humbled me in a completely different way.

I failed my first year of university. I haven't told my parents.

For most of my life, I was the girl who was first in class, so failing felt like losing a version of myself that I had always known. But weirdly enough, I'm also excited. Because next year, I have more time. More time to work. To try things. To discover what I actually like. To build things. To make mistakes. To figure out what I want my life to look like.

I still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I don't know what I'm going to become, what I'm going to achieve, or whether I'll ever find that one thing that makes everything click.

But maybe I don't need to know yet.

I'm 20.

There are still so many people I haven't met, places I haven't seen, things I haven't tried, and versions of myself I haven't become.

So today I'm probably going to the beach in the morning, then sit in a café somewhere with my journal and sketchbook.

Maybe I'll write about the past year.

Maybe I'll make plans.

Maybe I'll just sit there and do absolutely nothing. And maybe that's enough.

Last year, I was sitting alone by the beach hoping that one day I'd experience the feeling of being celebrated by other people.

This year, I think I'm learning something different:

I can celebrate myself without pretending I don't still wish someone else would celebrate me too.

Both things can be true.

And maybe that's what growing up is: learning to accept reality without letting it make you bitter, while still leaving a little room for hope.

Happy birthday to me, I guess🎂🥳.

Today is my birthday.

I’ve never really been the kind of person who cares too much about birthdays, but last year I decided that, no matter what, every birthday I would do something for myself.

Last year, I bought a brownie and my favorite cocktail, went to a beautiful public place by the beach, and sat there alone.

It wasn't some magical birthday. I didn't have friends celebrating me, there weren't gifts, and my family didn't really make a big thing out of it either. But I remember sitting there thinking that maybe one day, I would know what it feels like to be genuinely celebrated.

A lot has happened since then: I moved to university. I met people I never would have met otherwise. I found people I really like, people I don't want to see again, and people I hope I get to meet again. I learned what it's like to be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. I learned that being someone's friend doesn't necessarily mean feeling like they are your people.

I've also had some difficult moments where I was completely alone. But this time, I didn't want to make myself the victim.

Sometimes I told people I needed to be alone. Sometimes I walked away. Sometimes I stayed. Sometimes I reached out. I apologized when I felt I was wrong, even when I knew the other person might never do the same.

And I think I've slowly started understanding something:

Life isn't reflective.

-You can care deeply about someone and they might not care about you in the same way.

-You can remember someone's birthday and they can forget yours.

-You can give someone something because you genuinely wanted to, without ever receiving the same thing back.

-You can show up for people who wouldn't necessarily show up for you.

And for a long time, I think some part of me was waiting for life to eventually make things even. Like if I was kind enough, cared enough, gave enough, eventually someone would do the same for me.

But life doesn't really work that way. And strangely, I'm becoming okay with that.

I don't want to become colder just because I've realized that not everyone loves and cares in the same way I do. I think I actually want to embrace the fact that I feel things deeply, that I care about people, that I want to give when I can, even if I don't always know how to show it.

At the same time, I'm learning that I don't have to give everything to everyone. I'm learning to tell myself 'maybe one day, but not now when I see someone living something I wish I could live'. I'm learning that loneliness isn't necessarily proof that something is wrong with me. And I'm learning that I haven't met everyone who is going to matter to me yet.

This year also humbled me in a completely different way.

I failed my first year of university. I haven't told my parents.

For most of my life, I was the girl who was first in class, so failing felt like losing a version of myself that I had always known. But weirdly enough, I'm also excited. Because next year, I have more time. More time to work. To try things. To discover what I actually like. To build things. To make mistakes. To figure out what I want my life to look like.

I still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I don't know what I'm going to become, what I'm going to achieve, or whether I'll ever find that one thing that makes everything click.

But maybe I don't need to know yet.

I'm 20.

There are still so many people I haven't met, places I haven't seen, things I haven't tried, and versions of myself I haven't become.

So today I'm probably going to the beach in the morning, then sit in a café somewhere with my journal and sketchbook.

Maybe I'll write about the past year.

Maybe I'll make plans.

Maybe I'll just sit there and do absolutely nothing. And maybe that's enough.

Last year, I was sitting alone by the beach hoping that one day I'd experience the feeling of being celebrated by other people.

This year, I think I'm learning something different:

I can celebrate myself without pretending I don't still wish someone else would celebrate me too.

Both things can be true.

And maybe that's what growing up is: learning to accept reality without letting it make you bitter, while still leaving a little room for hope.

Happy birthday to me, I guess🎂🥳.

Today is my birthday.

I’ve never really been the kind of person who cares too much about birthdays, but last year I decided that, no matter what, every birthday I would do something for myself.

Last year, I bought a brownie and my favorite cocktail, went to a beautiful public place by the beach, and sat there alone.

It wasn't some magical birthday. I didn't have friends celebrating me, there weren't gifts, and my family didn't really make a big thing out of it either. But I remember sitting there thinking that maybe one day, I would know what it feels like to be genuinely celebrated.

A lot has happened since then: I moved to university. I met people I never would have met otherwise. I found people I really like, people I don't want to see again, and people I hope I get to meet again. I learned what it's like to be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. I learned that being someone's friend doesn't necessarily mean feeling like they are your people.

I've also had some difficult moments where I was completely alone. But this time, I didn't want to make myself the victim.

Sometimes I told people I needed to be alone. Sometimes I walked away. Sometimes I stayed. Sometimes I reached out. I apologized when I felt I was wrong, even when I knew the other person might never do the same.

And I think I've slowly started understanding something:

Life isn't reflective.

-You can care deeply about someone and they might not care about you in the same way.

-You can remember someone's birthday and they can forget yours.

-You can give someone something because you genuinely wanted to, without ever receiving the same thing back.

-You can show up for people who wouldn't necessarily show up for you.

And for a long time, I think some part of me was waiting for life to eventually make things even. Like if I was kind enough, cared enough, gave enough, eventually someone would do the same for me.

But life doesn't really work that way. And strangely, I'm becoming okay with that.

I don't want to become colder just because I've realized that not everyone loves and cares in the same way I do. I think I actually want to embrace the fact that I feel things deeply, that I care about people, that I want to give when I can, even if I don't always know how to show it.

At the same time, I'm learning that I don't have to give everything to everyone. I'm learning to tell myself 'maybe one day, but not now when I see someone living something I wish I could live'. I'm learning that loneliness isn't necessarily proof that something is wrong with me. And I'm learning that I haven't met everyone who is going to matter to me yet.

This year also humbled me in a completely different way.

I failed my first year of university. I haven't told my parents.

For most of my life, I was the girl who was first in class, so failing felt like losing a version of myself that I had always known. But weirdly enough, I'm also excited. Because next year, I have more time. More time to work. To try things. To discover what I actually like. To build things. To make mistakes. To figure out what I want my life to look like.

I still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I don't know what I'm going to become, what I'm going to achieve, or whether I'll ever find that one thing that makes everything click.

But maybe I don't need to know yet.

I'm 20.

There are still so many people I haven't met, places I haven't seen, things I haven't tried, and versions of myself I haven't become.

So today I'm probably going to the beach in the morning, then sit in a café somewhere with my journal and sketchbook.

Maybe I'll write about the past year.

Maybe I'll make plans.

Maybe I'll just sit there and do absolutely nothing. And maybe that's enough.

Last year, I was sitting alone by the beach hoping that one day I'd experience the feeling of being celebrated by other people.

This year, I think I'm learning something different:

I can celebrate myself without pretending I don't still wish someone else would celebrate me too.

Both things can be true.

And maybe that's what growing up is: learning to accept reality without letting it make you bitter, while still leaving a little room for hope.

Happy birthday to me, I guess🎂🥳.

Today is my birthday.

I’ve never really been the kind of person who cares too much about birthdays, but last year I decided that, no matter what, every birthday I would do something for myself.

Last year, I bought a brownie and my favorite cocktail, went to a beautiful public place by the beach, and sat there alone.

It wasn't some magical birthday. I didn't have friends celebrating me, there weren't gifts, and my family didn't really make a big thing out of it either. But I remember sitting there thinking that maybe one day, I would know what it feels like to be genuinely celebrated.

A lot has happened since then: I moved to university. I met people I never would have met otherwise. I found people I really like, people I don't want to see again, and people I hope I get to meet again. I learned what it's like to be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. I learned that being someone's friend doesn't necessarily mean feeling like they are your people.

I've also had some difficult moments where I was completely alone. But this time, I didn't want to make myself the victim.

Sometimes I told people I needed to be alone. Sometimes I walked away. Sometimes I stayed. Sometimes I reached out. I apologized when I felt I was wrong, even when I knew the other person might never do the same.

And I think I've slowly started understanding something:

Life isn't reflective.

-You can care deeply about someone and they might not care about you in the same way.

-You can remember someone's birthday and they can forget yours.

-You can give someone something because you genuinely wanted to, without ever receiving the same thing back.

-You can show up for people who wouldn't necessarily show up for you.

And for a long time, I think some part of me was waiting for life to eventually make things even. Like if I was kind enough, cared enough, gave enough, eventually someone would do the same for me.

But life doesn't really work that way. And strangely, I'm becoming okay with that.

I don't want to become colder just because I've realized that not everyone loves and cares in the same way I do. I think I actually want to embrace the fact that I feel things deeply, that I care about people, that I want to give when I can, even if I don't always know how to show it.

At the same time, I'm learning that I don't have to give everything to everyone. I'm learning to tell myself 'maybe one day, but not now when I see someone living something I wish I could live'. I'm learning that loneliness isn't necessarily proof that something is wrong with me. And I'm learning that I haven't met everyone who is going to matter to me yet.

This year also humbled me in a completely different way.

I failed my first year of university. I haven't told my parents.

For most of my life, I was the girl who was first in class, so failing felt like losing a version of myself that I had always known. But weirdly enough, I'm also excited. Because next year, I have more time. More time to work. To try things. To discover what I actually like. To build things. To make mistakes. To figure out what I want my life to look like.

I still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I don't know what I'm going to become, what I'm going to achieve, or whether I'll ever find that one thing that makes everything click.

But maybe I don't need to know yet.

I'm 20.

There are still so many people I haven't met, places I haven't seen, things I haven't tried, and versions of myself I haven't become.

So today I'm probably going to the beach in the morning, then sit in a café somewhere with my journal and sketchbook.

Maybe I'll write about the past year.

Maybe I'll make plans.

Maybe I'll just sit there and do absolutely nothing. And maybe that's enough.

Last year, I was sitting alone by the beach hoping that one day I'd experience the feeling of being celebrated by other people.

This year, I think I'm learning something different:

I can celebrate myself without pretending I don't still wish someone else would celebrate me too.

Both things can be true.

And maybe that's what growing up is: learning to accept reality without letting it make you bitter, while still leaving a little room for hope.

Happy birthday to me, I guess🎂🥳.

I’ve been into robotics for around 8 years now. I originally started doing it just for fun, and along the way it also pushed me to learn web development and app development. I know the basics of those, but I haven’t really worked seriously on them for about a year or so.

Over the years, I also learned blockchain, cybersecurity concepts, worked with Linux, and explored a bunch of other things related to tech.

Most of my year has basically been spent participating in tech events and competitions, building projects, experimenting with things, and learning along the way. The problem is that, back then, I never really thought about documenting what I was doing or posting my work on GitHub or any other platform.

So I’ve kind of lost most of my old projects and work. What I still have is mostly pictures from competitions and some certificates. I don’t even have all of my certificates, but I have around 8 of them.

Recently, I tried to collect everything I still have and started posting some of it on LinkedIn. I also tried to recover the code for a couple of things I built and provide pictures, wiring diagrams, designs, because I’ve also been designing my own robots.

But now I honestly don’t know how any of this can be useful to me.

I’ve tried freelancing before and it didn’t work for me. I’ve also tried helping startups and helping people on Reddit, and that didn’t really lead anywhere either.

On top of that, I’ve tried reaching out online and getting to know people who might potentially work with me, but most of the time they just reach out when they need help. I still help them anyway because I already know they probably aren’t going to pay me.

I was also in a club where I helped teach little kids robotics. I wasn’t the actual teacher, but I helped. And in basically every competition we participated in, I ended up taking the team-lead role.

So, long story short, I’m 20 now and I genuinely don’t know how to use all of this experience to actually work.

The fact that I’ve tried so many different things is honestly making me feel even more lost and overwhelmed. I feel like I know a little bit about a lot of things, but I don’t know what to actually do with it.

Recently, I’ve been vibe-coding a website, and I also have a couple of project ideas that I think could actually be pretty good. But I really dont have the motivation to spend a huge amount of time relearning everything, and at the same time, I know that just vibe-coding everything probably isn’t a great long-term approach either.

I’m just really lost right now and I’m sorry if I couldn’t describe my situation well enough.

I’m willing to work a lot on something. It could be a startup, an idea, a serious project, helping people learn robotics, working on robotics projects, or honestly anything where I can actually put my skills and experience to use.

I’m not necessarily looking for someone to give me a job. I’m more looking for advice, guidance, or even just a different perspective on what I could do with what I already have.

What would you do if you were in my position? How would you turn this experience into something useful/workable?

Any advice, guidance, ideas, or even criticism would be really appreciated.

I’m just really lost right now and I’m sorry if I couldn’t describe my situation well enough.

I’m willing to work a lot on something. It could be a startup, an idea, a serious project, helping people learn robotics, working on robotics projects, or honestly anything where I can actually put my skills and experience to use.

I’m not necessarily looking for someone to give me a job. I’m more looking for advice, guidance, or even just a different perspective on what I could do with what I already have.

Thanks a lot in advance.

I’ve been into robotics for around 8 years now. I originally started doing it just for fun, and along the way it also pushed me to learn web development and app development. I know the basics of those, but I haven’t really worked seriously on them for about a year or so.

Over the years, I also learned blockchain, cybersecurity concepts, worked with Linux, and explored a bunch of other things related to tech.

Most of my year has basically been spent participating in tech events and competitions, building projects, experimenting with things, and learning along the way. The problem is that, back then, I never really thought about documenting what I was doing or posting my work on GitHub or any other platform.

So I’ve kind of lost most of my old projects and work. What I still have is mostly pictures from competitions and some certificates. I don’t even have all of my certificates, but I have around 8 of them.

Recently, I tried to collect everything I still have and started posting some of it on LinkedIn. I also tried to recover the code for a couple of things I built and provide pictures, wiring diagrams, designs, because I’ve also been designing my own robots.

But now I honestly don’t know how any of this can be useful to me.

I’ve tried freelancing before and it didn’t work for me. I’ve also tried helping startups and helping people on Reddit, and that didn’t really lead anywhere either.

On top of that, I’ve tried reaching out online and getting to know people who might potentially work with me, but most of the time they just reach out when they need help. I still help them anyway because I already know they probably aren’t going to pay me.

I was also in a club where I helped teach little kids robotics. I wasn’t the actual teacher, but I helped. And in basically every competition we participated in, I ended up taking the team-lead role.

So, long story short, I’m 20 now and I genuinely don’t know how to use all of this experience to actually work.

The fact that I’ve tried so many different things is honestly making me feel even more lost and overwhelmed. I feel like I know a little bit about a lot of things, but I don’t know what to actually do with it.

Recently, I’ve been vibe-coding a website, and I also have a couple of project ideas that I think could actually be pretty good. But I really dont have the motivation to spend a huge amount of time relearning everything, and at the same time, I know that just vibe-coding everything probably isn’t a great long-term approach either.

I’m just really lost right now and I’m sorry if I couldn’t describe my situation well enough.

I’m willing to work a lot on something. It could be a startup, an idea, a serious project, helping people learn robotics, working on robotics projects, or honestly anything where I can actually put my skills and experience to use.

I’m not necessarily looking for someone to give me a job. I’m more looking for advice, guidance, or even just a different perspective on what I could do with what I already have.

What would you do if you were in my position? How would you turn this experience into something useful/workable?

Any advice, guidance, ideas, or even criticism would be really appreciated.

I’m just really lost right now and I’m sorry if I couldn’t describe my situation well enough.

I’m willing to work a lot on something. It could be a startup, an idea, a serious project, helping people learn robotics, working on robotics projects, or honestly anything where I can actually put my skills and experience to use.

I’m not necessarily looking for someone to give me a job. I’m more looking for advice, guidance, or even just a different perspective on what I could do with what I already have.

Thanks a lot in advance.

kifech najem nemchi min sousse l takrouna?

9adech keka wa9t fi transport?

Is it worth it w chniya ahsen wa9t?

Is it safe?? not going alone tho?

What does friendship genuinely mean to you?

TL;DR:
I feel emotionally disconnected from most people in my life even though many consider me a close friend. I want to understand how others truly define friendship, emotional closeness, and what actually matters to them in a real friendship.

I genuinely wanna know how people actually see friendship.

Like… what makes someone a real friend to you? Not in a surface-level “we hang out sometimes” way, but genuinely. What things matter to you the most in a friendship?

For example, some people say:

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Others feel like checking up on each other, asking how someone is doing, remembering small things, or simply showing care is important.

Some people also believe that when you truly know someone’s intentions, even if they say things harshly sometimes, you still understand they mean well because you know their heart.

I wanna know how you personally see it.

• What behaviors actually matter to you?
• What things do you pay attention to without even realizing it?
• What makes you feel emotionally close or safe with someone?
• What are things people often ignore in friendships that you think are actually important?

Because honestly, I feel lonely around almost everyone I know. A lot of people consider me very close to them, even their best friend sometimes. And I’m not pretending to be someone else or faking my personality. I just act naturally and people seem to connect with me.

But deep down, I’ve never really felt fully connected to anyone.

It’s like I have certain emotional boundaries, needs, or ways of seeing friendship that most people around me don’t really understand. And when I see other people having the kind of connection I wish I had, it makes me realize how much I’ve been missing that feeling.

I don’t know if I expect too much from friendship or if I just haven’t met the right people yet, but I’d really like to hear honest opinions and experiences from others.

I genuinely wanna know how people actually see friendship.

Like… what makes someone a real friend to you? Not in a surface-level “we hang out sometimes” way, but genuinely. What things matter to you the most in a friendship?

For example, some people say:
“we can disappear for months and still be friends, and that’s normal.”

Others feel like checking up on each other, asking how someone is doing, remembering small things, or simply showing care is important.

Some people also say that when you truly know someone’s intentions, eve TBH, i do not believe in friendships sometimes, i am feeling really low and upset

i had a close friend that things happened between us and because of my bad temper i said mean things to him that end up not talking for nearly a year and now after i apologized and he did so and told me to not end it we got back in touch but each time we have a conversation i regret what i said and i feel ashamed (we are talking just online, just sharing reels and joking around) and after we apologized and did not mention that again. Is it a good idea to mention it again and say that i know i hurted him and i know i was mean and i know eventhough he said that he never blames me because that period i was in a deep depression and i was feeling really really bad or to just be normal and act like that till we can meet and maybe i decide after that, can someone give me an advice because what i heard it is not good to keep apologizing again(it feels kinda repetitive or kinda of not moving on situation)???????????? PS: we was just close friends (male and a female)

Who else wanna have a secret letter sender friend, what i mean is someone or bunch of people who lives abroad ( not from you country ) and you exchange letters with them from time to time, i really wanna do it. It feels like litterally guys you can talk about anything and you sure the other one while not judge or ignore you or tell you whatever comes to their minds. those letter friend xan help you out even with one advice that came from them in an honest way and they are really people who makes the effort to send you back a letter which really matters, adding to that the fact that you guys can express your opinions/perspective/sadness/happiness/thoughts or anything comes to you minds and you still gonna feel free. I AM LOOKIGN FORWARD TO DO IT TBH

(20f)