I was going to write something.

In fact, I was about half way through it all when someone started pounding on my door.  It turned out to be my haggard future self who told me that I needed to stop immediately and also delete everything that I had written up to that point.  It seems that after doing what I was in the process of doing certain people assumed that I knew things that I didn't, and in their opinion shouldn't.  From this critical moment on they went about making my life a miserable hell.  Looking at the person before me I decided that anything I could do to avoid becoming him would be wise, so here I am with this instead.

He's still around somewhere doing who knows what, since he has no way to get back to the future beyond the same slow way that we all will. And besides, it won't be the same anyway since I'm not writing what I had wrote and therefore it will all be different than what he knew.  He might be attempting to exact revenge on those who would have done this to him, though now they won't, revenge for something that they never did.

And me, I have to remember everything that I was going to write, being as he had no idea what specifically brought about their cruel wrath, so that I can be sure to never write it.  

Ever.