October 17, 20XX
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We had our last meal from the last food supply we had. I kept glaring at him while evidently hearing the constant ticks from the clock. Malicious thoughts started to invade my mind: kill him. It was surprising for myself to aggresively grabbed the collar of his shirt and neared a knife to his neck. However, Yoongi wasn't fazed by my murderous intent. He calmly took the knife out from my grasp and put it on the table. He convinced me they inserted thoughts to me and was just being controlled by them. He promised he will get revenge to those people and solve the extreme hunger we are experiencing right now. Maybe he is right, I've never been like this before. I trust you, Yoongi.