I don’t think people notice me until I’m gone.
Shut the fuck up. You’re THE LOUDEST person I know… Everyone notices you.
Fine. People don’t enjoy my loudness then.
No, they don’t. Sometimes I don’t even like it. But I miss you when you’re not around. The quiet is too loud and it hurts my ears. It’s like how no one likes chirpy fuckin’ birds in the morning but you start to miss those assholes when they fly south. Or how you hate mowing the lawn during the summer but you want to smell grass clippings during the winter. Shit like that.
…you sound pretty gay right now.
Shut up. I’m trying to get you to kiss me. And that ain’t gay.