Honestly, this feeling sucks—like when you've got too much free time but no idea what to do with it. Maybe it's because you're alone, or lonely, or whatever—but we just can't enjoy our own company anymore. In my case, when I'm by myself it feels awful, yet interacting with people you only know through some shared purpose or institution feels exactly the same. You know you're "together" because you go to the same school or work at the same place—but outside of that? You wouldn't even bother to say hi. It becomes impossible to recognize yourself. If someone asks what you like or what your hobbies are—shit, I can't answer at all. Right now, maybe it's better this way than having some random distraction constantly bothering us
It's fucking miserable. Because of all this, we can't find anything entertaining anymore—everything's gray, nothing looks appealing, nothing can cheer us up. And yet deep down you still want to talk to someone… weird, right? But that's just my take—what about you? Some of this might be a bit off-topic since it's all from my own perspective. Doing the things we used to love just doesn't feel right anymore—maybe because we always did them with someone close, like a partner or our friend circle. When all that's gone, we feel empty. The very definition of a hobby—"something you often do in your free time"—is gone too. And damn, this free time is pure torture: I don't know what to do, and I have no one to talk to unless we fall back into the same routines—school or work, where we're forced to cooperate. Even then, once the "mission" is over, you all go back to factory settings