You disappear for 3 months then act completely normal.
You love your friends. Truly. You just... forget to show it. For weeks. Sometimes months. You disappear into your own world — not out of malice but out of some deep internal need to recharge that never fully resolves. And then you pop back up like "haha what did I miss" as if time is a social construct (it is, but still). The wild part? Your friends still love you. Because when you DO show up, you're fully present, genuinely funny, and worth the wait. The bar is on the floor and you're still tripping over it.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou disappear for months and come back like nothing happened. it's not that you don't care — it's that maintaining presence requires energy you.