i never really liked me much anyways

you go visit yourself at your home.
not too shabby. i guess you've done pretty well for yourself. you must be rich. and powerful. judging from all the ostentatious art and useless knick knacks and very large entertainment system.
all your kids look just like you which you make a mental note of in case you have to come back at some point and get your kids out of a jam by pretending to be them.
as you're sitting in the living room, you walk in. you both jump and then you tell you that you're from the past and you wanted to see how you were doing and how ARE you doing anyways. you say you're fine and then you have a nice long chat and you comment on how young you look and you say thanks and you don't look too shabby either.
everything's going great until you ask yourself why you got so snobby. and then you say, "hey! what's that supposed to mean??" and you say, "nothing. you just seem really full of yourself now that you've got all the money and the prestige." and you say, "whatever. you're completely full of yourself. so if anything, i just haven't changed."
and it pretty much deteriorates from there. let's just say there's a lot of name calling.
and then, when you think it can't be going any worse, you hit yourself over the head! (you probably should've seen that coming)
you kick and throw things.
meanwhile, you do the windmill.
interesting fact: you're both hair pullers.
sadly, things get out of control and before you can stop it, you stab yourself. which is really a shame because if you die, then you'll die too.
apparently you're not that bright.

but you should've known that.

THE END