I keep saying that my partners should tell me when something’s up and they’re not going to have the energy to reach out for a bit. But now it’s me who doesn’t have the energy to reach out and the idea of telling them is just... ugh. It’s not about them and I still want to see them and cuddle with them... It’s probably about me still being afraid of being a burden to everybody. I’m just... exhausted and ugh and I wish they knew without me having to say.

















