A letter from June 6th, 2016

Hey! This is you... From the past... Kinda weird. This should arrive ten years after i write and i really hope you're still alive and all that and you still use this E-mail cos otherwise i'm wasting time. Anyway, this is you and i'm just sitting your GCSE's. I'd ask you to wish me luck but you know the result. This is you asking you if you got everything you want. If you didn't this is a message to go further, try harder and do everything you possibly can to get your dream job, whatever it is when you read this again. If you have everything you want then good bloody job, sit back and relax and think of everything good you have. If you have partner (you best not be married or i will **** you for abandoning your beliefs) then stop thinking about anything bad that could have happened and just think of your first date and how much you love them. If you just broke up with someone then they were a ***** anyway so who cares! At the time of writing this you are one two months and eight days away from being sixteen. You're listening to the 'Across the Board' playlist you made on Spotify. The lights are off and mum is watching some sowing program on TV. Your day wasn't bad, you played a bunch of league of legends this morning and skipped on an English lesson because school is basically over. I have to go to bed soon, but i really do wish you the best luck in anything and if you dared to cry while reading this i will kick your arse. Thanks for living.