JoslinHolwerda

Me in my Garden. Me by the lake.

Dear Diary,

I have been through nothing but hardships. My father has been murdered. Murdered! And Oh, my dear Hamlet! How I love him so. I cannot bear the thought of losing him. My father, Polonius, did not approve of him. He did not even know that my heart was set on dear Hamlet! I love my brother as well, but he does not understand the pain I am going through. They have made me betray myself and my beloved. Some days I feel that there is no reason left to live. Hamlet, oh Hamlet! He has betrayed me the most. Murdering my father! He has made my heart hurt more than it ever has. How am I supposed to love another? My dear beloved killed my father! How can someone that I love so, do such a thing! I cannot even imagine what my father had to go through. I heard that Hamlet had been going through some hard times too. But to kill my father with no intentions! The poor man had done hardly anything to deserve such a horrible death. And so I have come to a dreadful conclusion. I have decided that life is no longer worth living.

So goodbye my dear Hamlet! Goodbye dear Laertes! I will forever love thee.

-Ophelia