My last day in the castle...

I never expected today to be my last day on earth. I am sad, yet glad that I am finally with my Hamlet without all of those terrible distractions like Claudius. Hamlet is no longer crazy either, but finally at peace. In the last few minutes of my life it was no fun to watch my son and Laertes fight. I just knew Hamlet would win, but I was not even around long enough to see that. What I did see made me proud. My Hamlet fought strong and honest. His opponent on the other hand did not. He cheated by grabbing a pointed sword and poisoning the tip. Laertes must have gotten his tips from the old Claudius. Who else runs around poisoning people? I am glad I managed to get what I wanted to tell Hamlet out before I died. I was not going to let Claudius get away with such a terrible deed again. If only I could have saved my son from that poisoned sword! I hope the new king does well. Anyone would be a better king then Claudius. Now I must go meet up with my real husband. It has been so nice to see him again.

Goodbye Ophelia

Today has been such a terrible day. It was the day of Ophelia's funeral. I do not think I have ever seen Hamlet as upset as he was. And that brother of Ophelia's upset him even more. I had to watch my son fight Laertes right on top of her grave! Who does that? In addition to those foolish acts my husband does not care at all that Ophelia had died. All he cares about is sending Hamlet off to England. I am tired of his selfishness. I do not know what I am going to do if everyone continues to fued like this. It was a day to mourn the loss of a loved one, but instead the day was full of horrific actions and clashing egos.

Ophelia DEAD!

I just got news that Ophelia has drowned! I can not believe such a lovely lady has been taken off of this Earth. I hope she did not suffer; she did not deserve such a painful death after all the things she has been put through. Hamlet loved her with all of his heart, I know it. Sure, he was extremely rude sometimes, but it is my best judgement that he was simply trying to protect her. He would not really want her to go to a nunnery! It was the times I caught him staring in her direction, or reading a letter she had written over and over that I knew how he felt about Ophelia. What guy with feelings like that would send the lady who had his heart to a place like that. What will he do now? The only person that has really cared about him throughout everything (him "going crazy") is gone. A part of my dear son had died along with her. Surely he is strong enough to keep pushing. He can NOT give up at a time like this. If he gives up I will probably never see my son again. Oh Ophelia, please reach down and comfort my heartbroken son.

My love for Claudius is fading!

Claudius has officially ticked me off. He wants to send our son off to England. I am not stupid; I know he does not want to do this for Hamlet's good, but rather his own. He does not want his own image to be ruined by a "crazy" son. I tried to explain what had happened in my room that day, but Claudius would not listen or even try to understand. I do not know how he has fooled me for so long. Oh how stupid I have been. He does not love me, rather he loves being the king, THE KING. If he ships my son off to another land I do not know what I will do. Left in the house with such a horrible man seems like a terrible idea. What can I do to stop him? I must think quickly because I am sure he will take action as soon as possible. Like I said, his image comes before anything else, even his own wife. Hear me out, I will not be mistaken as an idiot!

Disgruntled

I did what I had said, and talked to Hamlet about what is going on. The reaction I got was SCARY to say the least. After I had told him how upset his father had become he snapped. For a few seconds I thought I might actually lose my life. Fortunate for me I did not, but Polonius was not so lucky. After making a noise in fear that Hamlet was hurting me Hamlet stabbed at the curtain thinking it was Claudius. It broke my heart to see Polonius go. Hamlet seemed to get over the death pretty quickly which troubled me a little. It burdens me to know that my son is now a murderer. As he yelled at me I tried to argue my case, but then his words began to make sense. I can not believe the terrible things I have put him through. I never knew my new marriage troubled him so much. I thought he would be happy if I was happy, but I was totally wrong. I guess his father's death was not really the problem, more the fact that I had married his uncle. Why it took me so long to realize this I am not sure. I am glad things have been settled between us, but I am worried about what is still to come.

What to do, what to do...

Hamlet, as we all now know, has gone off the deep end. He is no longer my vibrant, smart little king, but instead my crazy, psycho son. Recently he totally pushed Claudius' buttons. He basically humiliated him in front of many of our friends. I have been trying to avoid the subject when talking to Hamlet, but this has gone too far. I am going to confront him about his bad behavior. After all, whether he is crazy or not I am still his mother. I can not believe I have just stood aside and let him get away with so much of this. I am nervous as to how he will react. Knowing him lately he will just kill me to make things easier. However, I would rather believe that he would not do such a thing to his own mother. No matter how worried I am about talking with Hamlet I know it is something I must do. I do not want my husband and my son to hate each other forever. I can not imagine having to listen to the two of them bicker for the rest of my life! Tommorrow is the day. I must pray long and hard about this tonight.

Foolish, foolish Hamlet

Watching drama is one of my favorite past times. When I learned that I would be watching a play I was just too excited! All day the excitement continued to build. By lunch I had to fight to hold myself together. Finally, the time came, and my love, Claudius, and I went to our seats (box seats of course). Where else would we sit? I have to have a perfect view of every little thing that goes on. The play began and was as great as ever until my son had to make a scene. He pranced about yelling foolish things and putting Ophelia on the spot. What he said to her was absolutely terrible. Thank goodness she is a lady, or else he probably would have a black eye. It continued until finally his father left. I have never seen him so upset. Surely everyone knows how crazy and lovesick he is. I can not deny the truth any longer. My son has gone crazy.