Mr's Canterloughs Orthanage
24th March 1864
Hello, my name is Broadie I live by my self, well not myself but I have no family. (I suppose) I live in a dusty old orthanage in the middle of @London I have a few friends here and there but I have that fragment of my heart of the day.. the day the day the worst day of my life.
I dread every single moment of it. Why oh why? Why did ot have to do this? Why, I will never know I will never know the truth about it. Is it me or am I locked in a nightmare and cannot get up?
If only she was here to tuck me in at night to read me a story or give me a hug :'(
I guess I should tell you. Living In My Life isnt fun.
