A letter from December 23rd, 2016

Dear FutureMe, im am writing this letter to you at 8:04 pm. i figured out today that when i got my phone took last for arguing my mom decide to give it to my brother as a Christmas present. she lied to me kinda. all i can hope for is getting a new phone. i hope life is good. you will be older when u get this. ive always been afraid of ageing. i hope you arent anymore. i hope life is good i hope moms good. i dot even know what life will be like seven years from now. will it be chaotic? broken? scary? the same? i hope its different. stay strong and dont give up even if you've been hurt endlessly. i dont even know if you will have the same email. but what ever is going on in your life then just remember every thing ends. i hope you dont end up in jail or dead. i hope you have a stable job thats good i hope you move to England or just some some other country. presue your dream even if it seems so far away. the journey will be hard but you will eventually get to it if you dont stop. ialso i hope your still a sarcastic door nob. i dont know how to end this so i will just say bye>