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I ate a person today. It was strange at first, but I like the taste. I'll do it more often, it helps keep my island's culture. A bit of a draw back from the actual point.

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Gosh, I haven't picked this thing up in a hot moment! So, tons of stuff happened today! We continued to go out hunting for people in the village, but today QB offered we go out hunting in the sanitarium. Momma doesn't want to do this, but we have to apparently.

So we're staying in the sanitarium tonight, and I hope we'll be safe. It's so unholy of us to be doing this...

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I don't like this idea anymore. It seems risky, it seems too dangerous. Our group is big, but we can't defend each other forever. I reread some of my earlier entries. If others had diaries to write in, I wonder if they'd write the same stuff I'm writing.

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Vilandra came over to our sanitarium today! She's the founder and creator of the sanitarium, we were all so excited to see her, and she was even doing group AND one on one therapy! We all walked down to the group therapy room and sat down, Vilandra stared over us to see who she'd pick for therapy, and after a few people cycled in and out she picked me.

I got up nervously and walked to the room, Vilandra sat me down, closed the door, and sat in her chair with a clipboard.

"So, what's up with you?" She asked me, and I responded with, "I've been feeling stressed and panicky lately, I feel so bipolar most of the time, I'm angry and sad, sometimes I get so overwhelmed that I snap at others, sometimes I break things over the most minor of cases. I'm constantly bullied for being autistic, and worst of all, I'm excluded from the LGBTQ+ community..." and Vilandra stopped me, nodding. "My beautiful body is enough to relieve you of your stress! Calm down when you're angry, break something other than my holy body!" She shouts confidently, sticking her leg up and looking at it before putting it down. I chuckled nervously.

Vilandra also wanted to know my sexuality, I remember specifically she let her glasses slide slightly off of her face to make direct eye contact. "Asexual and Aromantic" I respond, and she nods, "What do they do to you because of your Asexuality?" She chuckles, she had a smile on her face but it definitely wasn't one of pure kindness.

"They say it isn't a real sexuality, and tell me I'm just confused, they say I have to fall in love one day, that I have to raise children and grow old. They say that's my job as a woman. I'm terrified of falling in love, I'm terrified of moving on with my life, and some of my worst nightmares stem from being... you know." Vilandra nodded, and I remember her saying, "I hear you're the girl they choose for the diary writing. Do you want to know why?"

I nod, and sit up. "It's because you're special. The people taunting you in that way are just jealous of your perfection and beauty dahling~!" She coos, "I had similar experiences, but they're jealous that they cannot have your beauty, nor can they experience it. Anyways, NEXT!" She yells, two nurses come in and lead me out. I don't feel relieved. Vilandra certainly is a nice person for saying those things to me, but I don't feel any different. I feel... worse.

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The guy... the guy Maya brought along... he... he died...

He got eaten by a rival cannibal. I don't like this anymore.

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After mourning the death of the guy, we decided to continue our hunts outside of the sanitarium. I don't like this anymore. I'm scared. Even with Val's help, I feel as if nobody cares about us. I realized how much of a monster I've become, instead of being blessed by the holy environment, it makes me nervous, instead of being cured from my cannibalism, I've fallen deeper into the darkness, my cannibalism is no longer a way of survival, it's turned into a sport, my only foods being seafood, pride melons, and human meat. I've noticed how much people fear us, we've been here the longest, and we keep order within the community. I never realized this sort of power, until I saw him die.

We made others feel the way I felt when Hal died. Blood stained to our faces, we're monsters. We're horrible people. What have we done? The nurses don't care. They take care of us, but they don't seem to take care of us too much.

I've heard stories about others in the sanitarium. Rumors are prominent in here, and I've heard rumors about us not being humans anymore, about us drinking the 'other water' that are inside of the coffins. I've heard so many rumors about that water. I'll write another entry on them once I have more information.

The biggest rumor about us is that we do what we do in order to keep the others in line, I think this rumor has more legs to stand on after the death of the guy, where we went crazy, ripping and tearing apart others. About 30 lives were lost by our hands.