To be or not to be...

I cannot believe it, but my dear friend Hamlet is dead. I tried to stop him from dueling with Laretes. I knew that something was going to happen, and it did. My best friend is dead. My best friend's parents and awful stepfather are dead as well. Ophelia is dead, her father is dead, and her brother is dead. I am left alone, except for Fortinbras. Yes, I have my life, so you would think that I could not complain, but really who do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? I wanted to poison myself as Hamlet was dying, but he would not allow it. To show my respect for him, I listened to him. How do I press foward now? How do I move on when I am alone? Like my dear friend Hamlet believed, we all turn to dust in the end.

'Tis a sad day...

Today was beloved Ophelia's funeral. Hamlet and I went early to watch the gravediggers prepare her grave. Hamlet did not know that it was Ophelia's grave, and I could not find it in my heart to tell him myself. Apparently, many think that Ophelia drowned herself, which is not out of the question because she was going mad after Polonius's death. Once Hamlet discovered that it was Ophelia who died, he confessed his love for her. This was not a surprise to me because I knew that he loved her very much so. Hamlet was very upset with Ophelia's brother, Laretes and stormed off after an argument. I follow him and tried to calm him down. Oh, the drama...