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Nothing important happened to write about it in here. Again. Maybe that's why I stopped writing. It's not like I've got anything to write about. And reading. This journal is filled with people, most of them living simple lives, and happy with that. Reading just makes me want to know how they do it, but it reminds me that I'm not happy with how simple life is right now. There, I've said it. The pilgrimage was ... it was long, it was frustrating, but I saw the most amazing things, and I felt like I was doing something, and now ... people aren't even bored enough to make trouble here. I'm bored, I can't make trouble, and I don't know how I'm going to get out of this routine. It's like every decision I've made in my life has been the bad choice, and I never see that it's a mistake until too late to do anything about it.

Yeah, I'll read back. Because I've got nothing else better to do.