Before meeting my FP, I loved writing. In the weeks leading up to me meeting him, I was writing 1000+ words a day in my stories. I still have dreams of being a writer, but I can't find the inspiration to do so anymore. But ever since he cut off contact with me, I can't find it in myself to write. I just can't.

It's the same with other hobbies too. I don't enjoy hanging out with people anymore. I just want to cry everyday