Everyone is DEAD

Today was a horribly nervewracking time to look down upon Elsinore at the Hamlet and Laertes duel. The two men that I love the most were fighting to the death in my clear view. Seeing all of this from the grave I was unable to do anything! I knew the drink was poison, I knew the swords were poisoned, and I knew that this situation would not end well... but i had no means of communicating with these victims that would face an inevitable death. I was screaming out loud for Gertrude not to drink the poison, but of course that did no good. I stood helpless, watching the the deaths multiply with no way to stop them. This has been a truly terrible day beyond the grave. Out of all these people who were poisoned and killed, I wonder who will be joining me in heaven...

My very own funeral

To start of this ridiculous story, two grave diggers were debating and becoming very opinionated about the whereabouts of my death. Saying that I did not deserve a Christian funeral because I had killed myself certainly pissed me off! These two obviously felt no sensitivity towards me in any way, shape, or form as they slung the remains of others around while singing. The option came up that maybe the water came to me which would not have been suicide. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what happened. My mind was fogged with delirium, I had no idea what I was doing, and I have no recollection of the incident. Anyways, next Hamlet had no idea that this grave was being dug for my funeral and, to my happiness, he was obviously upset when he found out. I love that man way too much and it just made my day when he showed his sorrow over my death. On a more negative note, Hamlet fought with my brother, Laertes, over my dead body. I know that both of them loved me but JEEZ! I'm dead now and you should be mourning my death, not fighting during my funeral. Claudius is still a sleeze bag and did not care a single ounce that I was dead or being burried, but Queen Gertrude's paying of respects really touched me. Being the day of my funeral, I was very interested to see how the people close to me reacted.

Hamlet is safe... for now

I have been watching over Hamlet like a hawk and THANK GOODNESS he is okay! He was taken captive by some pirates and was treated very viciously by these barbaric ocean goers. Thanfully, their revengeful and no mercy lifestyle helped them to support Hamlet's plans for revenge. Hamlet never made it to England and even though it sounds like a rough situation to be captured by pirates, this is probably the best thing that could have happened. He would have been killed if he had made it to England but everything worked out just right. At least for now..

Unable to help

My dearest Hamlet has been shipped off to England by the less than considerate Claudius. Little does Hamlet, Claudius has sent him off in order to be killed! I wish more than anything that I could warn him of this inevitable fate. I am still pretty pissed about him killing my father, but I have recently received word that this was an accident. I surely hope that Hamlet will make it out alive and seek revenge on the man that he meant to kill the night he slayed my father! I will update more later... <3 Ophelia

Insanity drowned me

The loss of my father by murder that was committed by the man that I love had driven me to the most extreme edges of complete and total insanity. I made a fool of myself in the presence of others and I am now quite embarrassed by my actions, even though I had no control over them. I drowned. It is simply that. My insanity had taken over my entire being and drowning was one of the things that I had absolutely no control over. The mind is a powerful thing that I still have not figured out. I never would have chosen to die if delirium had not controlled my body like it did.

MY WORLD HAS COME CRASHING DOWN

Lalalalala They bore him barefac's on the beir. HEY NON NONY, NONY, HEY NONY! And on his grave rain'd many a tear. Lalalalala Ohh what a life. I am the small flower of the world wilting at this very moment. Under my umbrellaaaaaaa ella ella ay ay ay! I'm outtt.
<3( )PI-IEI_ IA

Mourning

MY FATHER HAS BEEN SLAIN! I cannot control my emotions no matter how hard I try. It is so hard to believe that my father is dead and even harder to believe that the man I love is responsible for the murder. Hamlet told me he loved me, and then killed my father!!?? Everything is happening like a whirlwind and I'm caught in the middle. My love is crazy, my father is dead. What's next? =(

--Until next time (if I make it until then) <3>