Diary Entry for Macbeth

The witches hurl just told me their prognostication and I dont know what to think. I have to regularise my wife, she is an ambitious women and impart be thrilled to find out the news. That in my rising I will no longer be thane of Cawdor. I will move on to bigger and better things. For prophesised in my future I will become the great King of Scotland. But how am I to achieve these goals of becoming a king. Duncan is a dear title-holder of mine and trusts me like a brother.How possibly could I deceive him, nevertheless although I cherish the friendship of the king I dont see him fit for the thrown. I am the one who needs to be in charge, to lead the people of Scotland to glory. I deserve the thrown. How can I harbour these thoughts they are thoughts of evil. King Duncan doesnt deserve this treachery. He is the King, the opus chosen from God to lead the Scottish people. Im not sure on what I am to do, but when I meet with my wife we shall answer together.She usually knows wha t is right. For now i will try to get a good sleep and think about the long journey impale home. During The Murder As I intrust the pillow to Duncans agency I felt sick, I felt like no organic structure could trust me. For Duncan is a friend, how should my friends let alone my enemies think. So I put the dagger down and quickly thought of turning back. I adage the look in his eyes, he wouldnt forgive me if I cancelled back now he would send me to prison.So I construct up all my courage and stabbed the dagger through his government agency, then a second time through his heart to make sure the great king was dead. As soon as I was finished my goddamn deed I fled back to room where my wife would meet me. As I got back I had realised I had forgotten to soma the guards and cover up my tracks. As I was to shocked, devastated and had partially lost my see I couldnt complete the deed, so my wife had to cover my tracks. I felt less of a man but what was done had to be done and then it was over.After The Murder What have I done, its all a mistake. Duncan is a great man loved by many, he didnt deserve to die such a bothersome death, in fact he didnt deserve to die at all. My wife she has corrupted me, but she is not to blame because I am the one who covered the Kings mouth to stop his loud screams from escaping his chamber, and I am the one who slowly dug the dagger through his bare chest till he could not scream any more, till he slept not only for a night but eternally.I have no idea what to do, I am so confused. Should I verbalise people the atrocity that took place last night in my citadel? I feel so alone in the world and I cannot tell my wife these feelings of guilt and regret because she is like a obdurate demon, she will taught my feelings till I have no goodness left in me. Although it will be difficult I shall keep this reclusive safely kept in my bosom so that she will not taunt my feelings and feel I am the weakest link and that I will spoil o ur plans of becoming royalty.