Verwirrung

None of you dared to give me some decent title suggestions for this blog, so screw you all. I hope you die alone, in the corner of a dark street, with my silhouette vaguely visible through your eyes and these words in your ears as the last sounds you will hear.

"The multiplying villanies of nature do swarm upon him. And fortune, on his damned quarrel, smiling, showed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak, for brave MacBeth... Well he deserves that name. Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution."

I don't want it anymore. I didn't want it back in January, yet I gave in shortly after. The vicissitudes of Fate. As always, regret comes a little late. Actually it has come very much too late, for my future seems ruined now. Why? Why must I always agree? I shouldn't have and I wouldn't have been in this amount of trouble. I will put an end to it and I'll do it pretty soon. Tomorrow, next week, after the conference. But I won't return this time. I know now the consequences of return and they are disastrous. But not again. I ceased caring about it. I don't want it anymore, I won't do it anymore.

Valhalla.