Rewrite

I don't know if anyone's gonna believe me. At this point, I don't really care anymore. I feel like I'm nearing the end. It's been 50 years; I have not told a soul about what I'm about to write, except perhaps a random thread I started in reddit a few years back. Most people who've read it just thought it was fiction. Maybe you would too. But as I said, I don't care. So let's begin. I'm not really sure how it happened. Maybe it'll happen again when I die. I hope not, because God I am tired. Anyway, as I said, it's been 50 years since my Do Over. Yes, I got a do over. This is not some random rambling of a crazy lady. I really lived through my life again. Of course, some things were different. Actually, a lot of things turned out different - because I made sure of that. I had a ton of regrets on my first run. I still have some this time, but very unlike my previous life. It was very confusing on my first day back to eighteen. I mean, I was thirty three on my first run. I had kids! I thought I was dreaming at first. Imagine my disbelief, the pandemonium I caused that day. My chest still hurts thinking about that day. Sometimes I wish I really was just crazy, that my mind just conjured up fifteen years' worth of memories. But I know, I just know that I really lived through that life. Poor thing whose consciousness got swapped with mine in the multiverse. Or maybe I'm the poor thing? Sigh. Enough about my little theories. Here's my story.