June 1, 1800
my name is John Penderdale and i was born october 26, 1784. Life for me is unberable. My parents died in a house fire when i was five and i was taken in by Dr. Paul Bennet. i dont know wether to be thankful or obliged to kill myself. under the guardianship of Bennet i have suffered daily beatings and nitly whipings. And no one knows. insanity is what i call it.
June 3,1800
Today the i asisted the doctor in the feild. found a new plant. nothing special about it. I did find a small thicket big enough for me to stand in. I think i will go there if i need an escape. as predicted a nigtly whiping. doesnt hurt so much now.
June 11, 1800
i cant take it anymore. i'm going to stay at the thicket i found. seems a keen time to use it.
June 13,1800
i went to my thicket again. i think someone might also know of it.
June 25,1800
i was rite. someone does know about the thicket. i went to it last nigt and on my way i found a girl about my age sitting by the river. she was crying. i think i scared her when i touched her shoulder. she was beutaful. She has brown hair and eyes and she is pale like a white lilly. she said her name was Victoria. i'm going to meet her again tonite.
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