Romeo's Diary about Rosaline

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Dear Diary,

Today, I am a dead man. Here’s so much to do with hate, but more with love. In this awfully unfortunate day a deadly pain was brought as my dear Rosaline rejected me. Rejection; this word is more painful than death itself. This word has destroyed my heart and now not even the most colorful rainbow across the gray and clouded sky, nor the warmest sunshine, nor the sound of the sweetest melody invading my ear, nor the most crystal waters of the sea, nor the brightest of the stars, nor the perfume of all the roses will heal my scars or ever bring me joy again.         

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O, how I wish death would take its course upon my soulless body so I would no longer have to carry this empty temple and drag it around the colorless woods of Verona. I shall give up everything, for I am useless and worth nothing in this cruel world. Sometimes I wonder how I can still cry. My tears have vanished along with my broken heart. My world has become a place full of bitter hatred, my happiness replaced by sorrow and grief.

“Sad hours seem long.” I said to my dear friend Benvolio whom I met on ...

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