A Spoiled Life

On my birthday, I received a black notebook. It not only records my every move in the past 24 hours, but also circles the date of my death in red pen: [Tomorrow at 13:47, Chen Mo will die in a car accident]. I vowed to change everything, but I found that every time I changed the prophecy, an innocent person around me would suffer misfortune. Now, new writing appears on the notebook: Welcome to my story.