Journal Entry: Romeo

July 17th, 1303
I tried to turn to Benvolio to cure my sorrows, but to no avail.
Now he only shares my sorrow, which was not my intention.
A working man approached myself and Benvolio as well today, asking me to read for him.
The list I read was of a party, that of which Benvolio insisted I go.
To examine others, to try and forget…
I do appreciate his efforts, but alas, I doubt any change will take place.
The days grow longer as my heart grows fonder.
I don’t feel like I am myself lately. Only a man made to stand in my place.
I feel imprisoned, in this body, in this town. I feel no escape from my love for her.


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