I feel as though my life is falling apart around me. I want to live but what is there to live for? My father was the entire meaning of my life. He held the soul purpose of my existence. How can I go on when he is gone? And my mother! Oh, my dear, sweet mother has betrayed my father and I by marrying my father’s own brother Claudius! I cannot bear the sight of them together. I thought we were a family, I thought that through all our mourning we would help each other get through it and survive. Yet, what does my family do? They isolate me and leave me to suffer alone and they go on as if he has not even died, as if his death should be celebrated and we should all go dancing on his grave. Oh, the agony is just too much! I wish I could just end my pathetic life and die. If I cannot even trust my own mother, my own family, then am I to go on living my life as a lie? -Hamlet
