Dear Stevie of 2005.
its me, or you, writing from the future. flying cars are the shit.
school will be done in a year so stop stressing. try hard in English, it'll be worth it, and you'll eventually get a decent teacher for it. also, answer the right fucking question in the final GCSE this time, dick. fuck around in French. its terrible and you wont need it ever, no one else in your class will care anyway so it's not like you'll be ruining everyone else's chances.
you'll get found out about the smoking in a couple of months and get a major hiding from your step father, so worry about that. you shouldn't have started in the first place, but you wont touch one again. now, a lot of shit is going to happen when you turn 16, you'll start work on a farm for a boss who is an unfair muppet, but the herdsman will become a good friend, and so will the ginger bloke with learning difficulties.
during your time there you're going to end up having a scuffle with an employee. ride it out, and don't get petty. tell your mother a cow kicked you in the face, she'll believe you. you'll have a works do at the pub at Christmas also, but your Christmas bonus will get stolen from your bag if you go into the chippy on the way home, SO DON'T GO IN THERE. by the way, you will complete your college course.
you'll leave in September where you'll work on the south coast, and you'll join a fucked up forum. it's alright, and you'll finally work out the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. you'll move again and once you hit 18 you going to go through the worst shit. you'll lose your girlfriend, you'll quit your job (you'll have to move back in with your parents), your dog will die, and 2 more things will happen. i wont put them here otherwise you wont concentrate on your exams. i told you it'd be shit.
after that, a lot of good things will happen, like new mates and business ventures (go tits up but who cares), you'll go through 5 different jobs before you settle on one. then it's all good my friend.
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