As I got deeper and deeper into my work, I came to understand that Hamlet really didn't want to be there. He wanted to be absent. E wanted to be back at university with his friends. He is sickened with his mother's hasty marriage, distraught to be asked by the ghost of the father - a distant man I thought he didn't particularly connect with - to avenge his death. To add to it, his girlfriend is dumping him and his friends are spying on him. I decided that there was no way Hamlet was mad. He was slipping into the same deep water as me. He was at the start of a nervous breakdown too.