I don't know how many more days I can drag myself through. Honestly, I just don't want to wake up tomorrow. And I'm not saying I want to die. I know life has beauty, and goodness. I mean, look at my sister. She's the best person. I don't want to die, and never know that kind of luck ever again.

I'm just saying, I'm tired of the same old worries.

In an idealized world, time travel is real; and I'm capable of reversing it, stopping it, and just staring at the perfect moment. Until the machine breaks, and time continues as normal, oblivious to my tampering. And my real self never knew future me had a time machine. Future me would simply cease awareness, and I would continue wishing for the ability to time travel.

Sad. The only thing really keeping me going is the knowledge that in an alternate dimension, I'm either successful or dead.