To Blog or Not to Blog: Post 1

Lord save me from the hell that is my day-to-day life. My father has died, and not a soul in the kingdom cares. I have never been so depressed, and felt so alone.  "...I have that within which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe." (1.2.86-87) I act and dress to express how I feel, but no one gets it. I dwell to often on the thought of taking my own life. "How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!"  None can comprehend my sorrow.(1.2.133-134) Not even my mother, who says I'm really special, seems to care. She married her brother-in-law, hardly any time at all after my father passed. His memory seems gone like dust in the wind. The moral frailty of women is sickening. "O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer!" (1.2.151-152) And Claudius, that bastard. That lying, incestuous son of a gun. To think that he believes he can replace my father. Perish the thought! My father was "So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr." (1.2.141-142) It takes all my will not to wrap my hands round his throat. He deserves not the title my father held, nor his throne, and certainly not his bed. My father was a man among boys, a lion among puppies."I shall not look upon his like again" (1.2.186-187).