Josh Foley

( Kevin )

I can't concentrate on anything tonight. I'm restless.

( Private )

( Billy )

Not being around people for next ten years or so sounds like a good idea. I hate living with people, even if my suite’s okay. Maybe I’m getting cabin fever. Or maybe I want to be alone.

My family believes it's a sign of weakness to make new year's resolutions. It assumes you need desperately to improve on something, when we should always be trying to improve and we're supposed to be good people.

So I'm not into the new year, auld lang syne, clean out the closets and the skeletons that go with them kind of guy. It's just another week. And Christmas was just another day. And the world still turns even though it's full of crap that passes at life, and nothing ever really happens.

Welcome to 2009.

At least I'm in the same room. One less mindfuck for a change.

( Private )

Sorry I didn't stick around long with all the festivities. What'd I miss?

Josh Foley.

Following the trend: I'm nineteen. I'm in 11. Room 33.

But I don't know if I like house calls, or anything. I'll get back to you all on that, I guess, though it sounds like everyone is out embracing the holiday spirit. Or, in embracing the holiday spirit. Whatever.

Josh was actually kind of relieved to be here. Maybe the whole communal living experience had never appealed to him before, but it seemed to work now; when he needed somewhere to go to be away from everyone he knew, the communal part didn't seem as resolutely unappealing as usual. And the room wasn't bad, was it? It could have been much worse, and he could make it work, Josh though. Make it look a little more like home.

Home. Josh wasn't even sure what he was supposed to think about home any more. If that was where the heart was, he was starting to think he needed to find another home. If they knew about him - if they knew anything at all about him, who he really was - he doubted he'd be able to call it home any more. The worst part about that was that it made sense: Josh hated all of this about himself. He'd love to separate himself from well, himself.

But the best he could do for now was a prep school with some classes that could be interesting (and maybe he could actually find something he wanted to do with his life while he was here) and a healthy distance from all his protest groups and action groups and neighborhood committees and the ever-constant background news of Fox News and every other thing like it. The best he could do for now was try for some peace and quiet.

Yeah, Josh could do with that.

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