Entry 3

Tuesday

Act 3

Diary Entry 3:

Dearest Diary,

I’m shattered, I feel like I have been broken into shards of glass that are ripping and stabbing my heart into pieces. Tybalt dead, Romeo is banished. I keep repeating the words in my head until I can no longer pronounce the word correctly, the more I repeat it in my head the more they lose meaning and become a waste of breath. Tybalt is my cousins although he is now a Capulet I cant believe he would murder somebody. I continue to repeat their names until I feel that the grief and heartache vanishes. But I know it hasn’t disappeared, I know it is there piercing through my arteries step by step.  Oh dear diary, what am I to do now? He will forever live in my heart, the pain will always be piercing my heart, he is my whole, my love, my everything, he is mine and I am his. To make matters even more stressful Mother and Father came to day and informed me that in a short while I will be marrying Paris. What am I to do now? I need to get out of this mess.