To my most trusted people and friends of Norway, I salute you all. Thanks to you all who lived with me through my happiness and pain. I know it pains you so much, my demise, but I'm at peace with myself. I have joined my ancestors and father. In this land of nothingness, I only pray that you forgive me for my faults and my recklessness in taking that wine.
I'm also very forgiving. I forgive my mother despite of her lust for my bloody uncle. I know that my father would be very angry if he would realize that I still hold it against her being so gullible. She really made me think of a lot of things. I couldn't even find a comparable trait of my uncle Claudius to my father. I guess the only r
...eason she could share a bed with that monster is if she had been secretly admiring him, but what a beast to admire? If someone could admire Claudius then I guess pigs could be fancied too.
The pain that my uncle took me through made me lose a lot in my weird last days in Norway. I lost myself, lost my friends, my family, I lost my love. Ophelia. Just how could I prove my love to you Ophelia when the devil was staring all over me? How could I prove myself to you when I had to make myself mad in order to avenge my father's death? How could I prove my love to you my love, when I stabbed your foolish father Polonius thinking that I was killing my stupid uncle Claudius? I'm sorry my love, but
call him foolish because he didn't have to die that way. I pray that I see you again one day, maybe in one of these fields to say sorry and confess my love to you.
Maybe if I had killed my uncle that night after the play, you wouldn't have gone mad. But I couldn't kill him. That stupid man was praying. I couldn't allow him to be a saint. I couldn't let him go to heaven after pouring poison into my father's ears. I had to wait till I found him in a sinful act so that I could send him straight to hell to be tormented there. I hope my sword took him there, with his sins and he is having a lot of explanations there with his creator.
Maybe, if there was something that I could change, it would be a wish for a last moment with you my dear friends Horatio and Marcellus, I would never make you to swear again. But in my heart you remain my friends forever. Live your life and join me here soon.
Yours,
Hamlet.
