Blog # 13 Act 1 Hamlet

Uggh I cant take this anymore. I need my father very dearly, and I think I have a plan to divert all of this attention off of myself…well maybe two ideas; they are hard is in their own ways, “But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue” seems to be the theme of my suicidal first idea. I mean it would just be so much easier that way I wouldn’t have to see any of my father’s friends who expect so much from me. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense because I don’t even like it here, “O, that this too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.” Thought taking my life may seem easier acting as though my father is reaching out to us from beyond might just be fun in a twisted sort of way. I could make my father appear however I want project my image as a hero, “But to my mind, — though I am native here
And to the manner born, — it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach than the observance.” The thought of making my fathers “ghost “ say whatever I want sounds amazing and I think I am going to do it. All I have to do is say attention-grabbing things to take attention off of me such as, “The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.” All I am after is sympathy in which will buy me time to figure out how to fulfill my role. But I am in need to sell that, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”