XXII

 

Have painkillers been invented yet?

I can’t remember.

Writing in iambic pentameter really gives me a headache.

Why do people even read my writing?

I can barely understand it

and I wrote it.

 

I’m going to bed.

Goodnight, goodnight!

Parting is such sweet sorrow!

 

XXIII

 

I finished Romeo & Juliet.

It pains me how quickly they fall in love.

I made it better though:

Everyone dies.

 

So far, everyone has liked it.

I don’t know why.

They keep hounding me for more copies

or more insight.

How much more insight do you need?

They’re teenagers in love,

they do stupid shit.

 

I guess that just means I’m amazing at writing.

I don’t think I am, but who knows.

The masses think I’m good, so I’m good.

Some are born great,

some achieve greatness,

and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Wonder which I am.

 

XXIV

 

Today was terrible.

It was swelteringly hot

and I was forced to wear my heavy outfit

with the ridiculous neck piece.

I could handle the heat…

but the neck piece seriously made me mad.

 

Everyone was atrociously rude, as well!

They kept interrupting me,

and asking me unnecessary questions,

it’s all really ridiculous.

Someone even tripped me.

Hell is empty,

and all the devils are here!!

 

XXV

 

I hate this.

I really do.

I think I might just throw all my work away,

and start anew, where people don’t know me.

That’s not bad.

 

Oh, but what if the Queen finds out…

Surely I won’t survive her guards.

But I am seriously unhappy!

Ahh, I don’t know.

If I leave and get caught, oh well.

I’ll be less unhappy, after all.

 

This above all:

to thine own self be true.