Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 10:56:05 GMT -8
~Another Saturday night and I ain't got no body! I got some money cause I just got paid. How I wish I had someone to talk to! I'm in an awful way.~
The gravely voice of Cat Stevens filled the 6th year boy dorm room with a bright and happy sound, even though the weather on this Friday night frosty. It was only five o'clock, but already the sky was pitch black. The only thing that could be seen out of the frost covered windows was the occasional snowflake lit up by the candles inside the dorm. The small fireplace in the room was just roaring to try and keep the resident Arizonian warm as he sung
Friday night, no room mates insight, time to party. Course, Eddie Muler hadn't found anyone able to party tonight for one reason or another, but being alone had never stopped the boy from partying before! Eddie was a child that grew up with too many imaginary friends and not enough real ones, so being alone was something that came naturally at this point. He just preferred to have people around that would talk without him having to devise the entire conversation himself. Also, talking to someone living made him feel and look a hell of a lot less crazy. Depression was one thing. Schizophrenia was a whole other can of worms he refused to touch. The party had all been an elaborate decoy, really. A distraction to keep Ed's mind on brighter topics. And when he had failed to find friends to help keep him happy, he, like every other good man in history, had turned to alcohol.
That was around four. Now an hour later, his own personal party was in full swing. And what a pathetic party it was. Not one of his best, to say the least. It pretty much consisted of him drinking whiskey while playing dice by himself, so of course he was winning, but it felt like a hollow victories. Wrapped in a warm, blue sweater, kicking his socked feet behind him as he lay on his bed, he sang quietly to himself
"How I wish I had someone to talk to...... I'm in an awful way-"
The gravely voice of Cat Stevens filled the 6th year boy dorm room with a bright and happy sound, even though the weather on this Friday night frosty. It was only five o'clock, but already the sky was pitch black. The only thing that could be seen out of the frost covered windows was the occasional snowflake lit up by the candles inside the dorm. The small fireplace in the room was just roaring to try and keep the resident Arizonian warm as he sung
Friday night, no room mates insight, time to party. Course, Eddie Muler hadn't found anyone able to party tonight for one reason or another, but being alone had never stopped the boy from partying before! Eddie was a child that grew up with too many imaginary friends and not enough real ones, so being alone was something that came naturally at this point. He just preferred to have people around that would talk without him having to devise the entire conversation himself. Also, talking to someone living made him feel and look a hell of a lot less crazy. Depression was one thing. Schizophrenia was a whole other can of worms he refused to touch. The party had all been an elaborate decoy, really. A distraction to keep Ed's mind on brighter topics. And when he had failed to find friends to help keep him happy, he, like every other good man in history, had turned to alcohol.
That was around four. Now an hour later, his own personal party was in full swing. And what a pathetic party it was. Not one of his best, to say the least. It pretty much consisted of him drinking whiskey while playing dice by himself, so of course he was winning, but it felt like a hollow victories. Wrapped in a warm, blue sweater, kicking his socked feet behind him as he lay on his bed, he sang quietly to himself
"How I wish I had someone to talk to...... I'm in an awful way-"
