I went back in time to change a mistake I made.

In this new timeline my life was different.

Too different.

I don’t like it.

So I went back.

Change, back, result, change.

With each change I’m more dissatisfied with my life.

With each change my life gets worse.

But I’m close.

Close to my perfect life.
My perfect life, a life where I made no mistakes,

My perfect life. I’m close. So very close.

Change, back, result, change.

The world around me deteriorates. The universe is crumbling.

I’m close. So very close.

Change, back, result change.

My life gets worse and worse.

Change, I get fired from my job.

Back, I quit.

Result, I can’t pay rent.

Change, I fail school.

It’ll all work out. 

There has to be a timeline where my life goes perfectly. 

I’m close. I have to be.

Those words are a dull comfort as the floor underneath me gives way, leading to a darkened void.

My perfect life, fading, fading, fading.

But it doesn’t fade.

After all, one can’t fade if they don’t exist in the first place.