Act 3. Scene 2. The Mouse Trap

I had a dag gone good time today at the wonderful play that I directed ! Everything went as planned. I even go to get a little fresh the my ex lover. We joked as if this was our last day of insanity . I said such naughty stuff and the fool (Polonius) grinned like we won the lottery... Such a dope ! I guess he thought that we were getting back together. Little does he know, that I wanted to be in a "good mood" because nothing excites me more than a good laugh and a beautiful woman. I know that we aren't together anymore but she can still be at my disposal. This is beside the point..... The play started and grand Ol' Unc Claud started sweating bullets as he asked me questions about the plot of the play. Mother dearest thought that the queen overdid it ... anyone with a brain must clearly know that actors over dramatize. DUH! Its their job !!! Esh ! Speaking of actors they took WAAYYY too long with the death scene. Stupid drama queens wanted to spend the whole five minutes on adjusting a dress and doing make up. I mean who really cares if the audience gets a little flash here and there?? (I'm sure the fool would enjoy the view since that's all he every goes to plays for.) *Sigh* The play must go on ! The old fart jumps up like he has seen a ghost and screams like he has gone completely mad. Then , like the caring mother that she claims to be, acts all concerned and junk. What in interesting turn of events the play has caused. I wonder what will happen next....

Act 3 Scene 1 . The break up

What a silly fool this woman - Ophelia - is! She wants to give me these gifts that she claims that I gave her back. I know for a fact that I never gave her these things. Maybe it is her, not I, that has gone mad... I fear for her well being though. Such an innocent girl she is and for that I used to love her. She doesn't realize that everyone sins. She doesn't realize that she will eventually have to birth the future sinners. She doesn't realize her innocence will engulf her too. This is such a shame ! I am a horrible man so full of hate! This hate is seeping out of my pore and creating a dark air around me. Hate makes me gloomy. Hate surrounds me but it will not overpower me. A four letter word, hate, that I have breathed life into and given a since of personality. Hate is the fuel for my madness !

Act 3 Scene 1 . To be or Not To be

Am i better off Alive or Dead?
Do I stay in this wretched life and suffocate in the troubles that surround or do I end it all? You know sleeping is a lot like dying but less final - but this is what I wish for. Death ! Oh how great it would be; just like a dream come true... However, would I dream in death's gentle arms? Just to think about how quiet it would be away from the rocky ride that we associate with life. This lack of dreaming terrifies me to no end. It is this point and this point only that makes me prolong my suffering on earth.
Who is the man that would take a knife and stab himself to end it all? A man who is humiliated that's who. People are scared of death - that fact is simple. This is why we suffer because what awaits us after death is unknown. We are all cowards !! Spineless cowards because we love to analyze situations which will mask our actions. How stupid we are. Oh but wait ! Here comes the love of my life, let us be quiet.