#screamhymnals

[reqionalatbest]

screamhymnals answered your question: ...fine what should i write?

YOU HAVE THE PROMPTS. THEY ARE IN YOUR HEAD.

yes but it helps when people give me stuff and i edit/smash some of them together

[fueledbypeterick]

Phones have memo pads for a reason (2):

Patrick,

       Where are you right now? I know you're home, but where are you really? That question might not make much sense. I am just used to having two equal answers.

                    -P

  ~~~~~~~~~~

Pete,

       Everywhere and no where. I have this information slipping through my hands, while another part of me tries to process it, while another keeps writing down more and more information (will it be useful or not will be answered down the road) and writing it so fast it just falls to the floor. Now, that may not have been the best way to describe it, but that is why I call it my word vomit.

                  -P. Stump

~~~~~~~~~~

  Stumps-n-humps,

       It's like an entire assembly line based factory is being run by one person with a broken dominant leg. Probably one with like, a limp arm too. I am in bed now but what has that ever meant? The sun and I should meet again in three hours, tops. That little red alert light keeps blinking and I know its Gabe, but I haven't found the right way to say, "skip the 'ur momma' jokes and go right to the 'fuck your eardrums, you'll always be the amazon woman of my dreams'". You're in my headphones, Trick. (Mentally crossing out the 'phones' for a romantic effect)

                    -me..?? Maybe.

[fueledbypeterick]

Phones have memopads for a reason:

The only person who could take the blackberry from Pete's hands and get away with it is Patrick.

Dear Pete,

        Currently, we are sitting on your back porch. Leaning back in a chair, and to everyone else you appear to be mindlessly adding up the stars one by one, but I know differently. (I know where your mind has been these past few days.) I think it's funny, the way you gaze and admire them, when you obviously shine brighter than they do.

                    -Patrick

~~~~~~~

  The only person who can blow up Patrick's phone with a response letter that takes up more than three text messages and not take a ride on his nerves is Pete.

Dear Patrick,

       I read this a little late and I'm not able to see the stars anymore. Something tells me they are still there even when I can't see them. Remember that blacked out construction paper teachers gave kids to create that night-like background? That was the sky tonight and whoever was poking out the stars with their pre-sharpened number dos pencil got lazy after like thirteen holes. It wasn't beautiful enough to inspire me out of whatever rut I tripped into, but the kid in my phone's memo pad in the corner of my eye stole the show for the next few nights. Mother nature ain't got nothin' on you.

                    -Pete

~~~~~~~

The only place Pete would ever leave his phone at is Joe's house.

Pete,

       Hey, you left your blackberry at my house again. Maybe you should write a note on your forehead to remember instead of writing notes to Patrick in your phone when he's sitting right next to you. :P

                    -Joe

p.s Think my hair looks alright?

[aljenedro]

UGH.

As I lay here in bed, listening to music in the dark (people are sleeping, I'm not sulking) I can't get a silly thought out of my head. What is this thought? Getting back with my ex. My first love. I know what you're thinking, "Alex, where did you get such a silly thought?" And I can answer that. The thought came from Paige, my long distance best friend.  I'll back track a bit, my ex was texting me today.. Yesterday. Whatever, on the 21st of February, and we had a fun conversation. We always do. We broke up two years ago, but we're still friends. Not gonna lie, a small piece of me still likes him. So much so, that the small piece said he would save up money and go visit him for his 21st birthday (he lives in another state now. He's moving to a different state.) I'm going to try my hardest, but for what? Am I really going to visit a friend? Or am I going hoping for more? I dunno. Maybe I'm just thinking too much.. Either way, I blame Paige for putting the idea in my head. Well, I'm going to think this over more while I wait for my Nyquil to kick in. I'm sick, btw.  Just wanted to get this out.