i've been doing a lot of driving up-and-down the western highway; thinking; being alone. i've been feeing the pang again, occasionally. but mostly i've trapped my feelings inside a box and hidden it from my mind.
taisia is wearing her new ring. bono fucked up. i made it back to ballarat in under an hour. caught up with the boys and made pigs of ourselves at a local pokies club. and in the midst of all that, the patients came and went. i cared about a few of them. but mostly i just pretended to care.
the end is coming, they cried. i don't care. for me, it was over a long time ago.
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