Dear Diary July 19th

I don't know where to begin… I've been pacing frantically for the past thirty minutes trying to make sense of this whole day. Tybalt…dead…. Romeo that little prat! I stood up for him. I thought he was all right. He's a bloody murderer. I stood up for a murderer! And Juliet! She's ten times worst than I! Not only standing up for him, but still being in love with him!

Lord Capulet, that blessed man, talked to Paris and he agreed to marry Juliet early. What a flowery lad! She'll do good marrying him, and forgetting about that Killer Montague. He'll cheer her up, Paris will. I do think it's rushing a tad bit, but what's that harm? Juliet will forget about her dearly departed Tybalt and the traidor of a Montague. You can't trust them. Serves him right for getting banished. That Prince of ours, he's a fine fellow he is. You should have seen him crying

To tell you the truth, Diary, I do suspect that Romeo's banishment is far more disturbing for my girl. Sadly enough. I can't imagine that she thinks he, a traitor, would be more worthy than Tybalt. Why, just last week he and I were running amok in the house when Lady Capulet told us off... What a fun day that was. And forever it shall be put to rest. And ne'er shall I be off causing mischief with a boy who not cared about properness, rather about having fun. Why he was the best friend I e'er had.