Nobody warned me that sooner or later I would grow tired of my hobbies and it's painful because now the world is bland and boring

Please don't hate me too much

I'm so glad the friends I made back then are living a great life

Even if I try to deny it, it won't stop hurting. This is a part of life and yes I learned my lesson but it doesn't ease the pain that I feel when they call my name but they're talking to another person.
          
          

Perhaps in another time I will finally be able to be the 'me' I want to be