Dear Diary; July 20th
I swear I'm losing my marbles. Here I am, standing guard for Juliet and that boy as they say their good-byes. Well good-bye Mr. Romeo. I'll be glad if ne'er I see thee more. I cannot, however, but think how perfect of a night it is to say farewell. Of all the nights, tonight's sky is strewn with crystals. The moon is making its appearance as God's Fingernail. The only problem with the sky is how crossed the stars are.
Oh hold on a second Diary, my Lady's coming abroad. She wants Juliet. Goodbye fair murdered, have fun in Mantua. I'm too cruel. After all, Juliet does love him. And Juliet is good at judging characters.
