Stand ho, I beseech thee! I know this letter hath come hastily, but I am a Danish Prince who is in desperate need of 6,000 pounds to fund my mousetrap play. Prithee, send thy money to this address and I will double this amount!

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Stand ho, I beseech thee! I know this letter hath come hastily, but I am a Danish Prince who is in desperate need of 6,000 pounds to fund my mousetrap play. Prithee, send thy money to this address and I will double this amount!
Dear Diary
Starting fires is a very tempting idea, especially since it is very easy!
Dear Diary
Today feels as if’t would be a good day for stabbing somebody...
Dear Diary
When a farmer clears a field for his crops, does he think of the grass that could have grown there? When a man kills his King, does he give any thought to the Prince who will grieve? If’t be done by impulsive action and indifferent ignorance - perhaps that evil can be understood.
But if the man knew the consequences, if he knew the Prince would suffer for all of eternity, than he is a more malicious creature than ev’ry demon that inhabits the deepest hell.
So, dear Uncle, I know the risk of my revenge. I know there will be blood and death by my hand and I hope, for your sake, you had well thought out the rewards of my father’s cruel murder.
For I am the consequence.
Dear Diary
Everyone is complaining about staying lock’d away during the plague, but I have self-isolated myself for months and I am still perfectly sane.
Dear Diary
I hath started to carry Yorick around the castle to allow him to soak up the sunlight, alas, my mother request’d that I stop because “‘tis morbid” and it “reminds everyone of the cruel inevitability of death.”
Ay, so does Claudius, but I hold my tongue!
Dear Diary
I am seventeen going on thirty, I know that I’m deceived.
Ghosts that I meet may speak with deceit, and still, I will always grieve.
Dear Diary
Who is Thomas Nook and why do I suddenly owe him a thousand pounds and my first born child