The Average Diary of a Cannibalistic Psychiatric Patient

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I have locked myself away from the world, no matter how much I didn't want to, I had to push my friends away. I'm pushing everyone away, I refuse to get close to anyone. 

I'm staying inside a dorm, alone. I carved my name above it, I've only left the room to use the bathroom or eat. I'm only seeing red, everything is red-tinted. The bars on my door are red from me trying to pry my way out. I've run out of bones, I only have a stash of unsatisfying pride melons.

I keep dreaming of tender, sweet, exquisite flesh. I'm drooling...

I told my friends that I didn't want to see them. Not until I've got this solved. 

My arm's looking delicious...

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I wonder if my friends have escaped. 

I want to talk to them, but I can't. The nightmares of me eating them are starting to become more ideal and dreamlike, which scares me more.

I wonder how long it'll take where the idea of eating my friends stops being scary, and my only desire.

I hear screams at night from other cannibals, sometimes they try to break in, and I screech at them as a sign of "I'll kill you in a split second if you even try", sometimes they push, and sometimes I snap at them, they get the message after almost losing a hand. 

Maybe holy water will help, but I don't want to sit by too many people. My mind wouldn't be able to handle it.

The pride melons aren't satisfying enough, the more I eat them, the blander they become.

How long until I'm healed?

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Fiah came over to my c̶e̶l̶l̶  dorm today, she's limping. She's bandaged up but had the smile of accepting death.

She asked to spend the night, and I told her no, but she insisted.

Have I learned to control my urges yet? I've already almost eaten my arm, I don't want to eat Fiah...

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I and Fiah are talking, she told me about the plan to escape and how they were waiting for me to be ready. I feel awful. 

I asked Fiah to tell them that I'm not escaping with them, and Fiah shook her head. 

It's night, I ask Fiah to leave, but she didn't listen. 

I can't control my hunger for long, I don't want to eat her...

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Fiah asked me to eat her, she said she's in the way to much pain, and she wants room for me to escape this wretched hell. I told her to not say stuff like that.

She took off her bandages, the smell of blood was distracting. She explained that she got an infection in her leg, where the main bites from cannibals were.

She wanted to die useful then die escaping. I begged her to reconsider, but she refused. 

I...

 I'm starting to lose my mind.

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