These nightmares just never seem to end. My conscience has finally taken control over my body. I feel only guilt and regret for the actions I have gone through with. Every time I look back onto the things I’ve done in the fairly recent past, I cringe at my own actions and set myself in shame. I do not know the location of my husband for almost 100% of the time, and I’d rather not know if he’s been feeling the same pain as me for doing such things to other innocent people. Was my greed for power too much for my own mind to handle?
But no, of course not… Power is never too overwhelming for a human.. especially such a human like myself. But then, if I am such a human, why does my heart continue to pull the strings that tighten my body, making it hard to think, breathe and live? I find no reason for my life on this cruel yet beautiful planet anymore. Through all the things I have done, I am for once unsure about what I actually want.
This just might be the last entry to my journal.
I like how you changed Lady Macbeth's attitude to a more serious feeling!
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