when i was sixteen and insane for my shakespeare class final i had to do the “alas poor yorick” monologue at a competition and while i was doing it i had this insane thought of like. i’ve never been and never will be closer to experiencing hamlet’s mental state than i am right now. like of course all that stuff didn’t happen to me but when you’re 16-19 you kind of feel like all that stuff is happening, all the time, constantly
hamlet of denmark: i have a bad relationship with my family and their expectations are weighing on me and i’m worried my friends hate me and i’m really paranoid lately but maybe i’m just not getting enough sleep and i think there’s something wrong with me but i don’t know what and it’s making me push away the people i care about but it’s fine because i’m always right about everything and i always win and i’m going to live forever
high schoolers reading the play:
