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Everything seems quiet today. Well, it always seems to be, and to be honest I'm not sure if it's comforting or unsettling. After a while you get used to it. I mean, you have to get used to the strange feeling of uneasy silence. It was kind of hard when you come from a place that seems to be constantly buzzing. I need noise. The quiet gives you a lot of time to think, and lately I don't like to think as much as I used to. I better get some kind of music player before the anxiety eats away at me and my nails.

I could barely afford to get one of these things to write on, but my brain needs some kind of stimulation. I have no plans to lose what little sanity I have left, it's what still ties me to the thought that despite everything I'm still human. That's all I have left...

I'm so sorry for the lives I may have ruined. Maybe I should tell this to the people who were victims of the situation, and not some random notes app on the phone I stole, but I doubt that's really a good idea. They have good reason to disown me if they do... If they even realized that it was my doing what happened... I wouldn't blame their souls for stepping on my heels for the rest of my life, I haven't forgiven myself either...

It's still a bit cold. I got some new clothes. Money isn't the easiest thing to come by. To be honest it would have been easier to just wear some of the clothes of the guys whose camp I ruined a couple days ago, but I don't like carrying around the clothes of the deceased. It makes my stomach turn. It's not the most pleasant feeling to be precise.

It's still easy to imagine that I'm in some kind of fantasy book just like when I was in high school. Unfortunately this isn't just a simple dream. I'm running out of food... I'll have to find something to recharge my energy soon... I want to go back home.