Author's note: I do not own Hamlet. It is the masterpiece written by the brilliant William Shakespeare.
Dear Diary,
I hath counseled with my King and Queen, and alike they are to a disposition. Quite pale they had been, to look at me like they had seen a ghost. Not yet, not yet. I believed they enjoyed my song, and it had told them of what ills me. Lovely Queen had fear upon her face, and her beloved King had worry. Despite this my solo performance, was finished in silence, just my wails of misery cornered to the floor. To be left alone would have been an honor, however after I was rudely chased around by dear Horatio and my dear queen's maid.
I needed to gather flowers for my brother Laertes, for after I left the counsel of the king, he had stormed in from the bitter cold crowd of villagers. I remembered all I had to give him, memories, thoughts, and smiles. To see him at last, was my wish, for his plump cheeks and soft voice were what I missed most. Although he did not sing with me, my hopes of him still caring seemed distant. He called me a mere pretty, as I lulled my song for the courts ears.
Walking back to my chamber of solitude, I managed to steal the key to my own prison. For nothing matters now, no elder brother to take my hand and guide me home, no father's words of advice to listen to, nor a valentine of full filled promises. I am drowning, drowning in madness, drowning in sorrow, drowning in all my mistakes and desires. I want my bed to be made of flower petals, and then perhaps….and hopefully a peaceful dream awaits me.
Sincerely,
Ophelia