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 ...