I am writing to you on a broken iPhone 6. You can't see half the screen because it is broken beyond repair and you are 6 months and $400 away from an upgrade, you have no wifi in your current living situation, and all of your notebooks and pens and otherwise-capable-of-handwriting materials are in plastic bags you saved yesterday from your state-Marshall-seized apartment.
Though it may not seem like it right now, you will lead a very fulfilling life. Emotional. Lonely. Manic. Confusing as fuck. But get ready, little fella, because though you won't always see it, you're every bit as beautiful in 25 years as you are right now. Half of your beauty is in your potential. Never forget that.
All my love,
You in 25 Years
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June 6, 2016
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