That's it. One and done. That's all you will write for yourself today. Doesn't necessarily have to be long or short, any length will do. Especially if it's a message to yourself.
To my younger self,
Hello and salutations, Lo. The former alias I had to myself online. You were just thirteen when you made this account, on your birthday to be precise. You wanted to explore this app and the wonders of writing without people in real life knowing and judging you for the things you wrote.
And you did.
You wrote of a fandom you were so passionate at that time—Sanders Sides. You wrote of AUs you never thought you would touch, you wrote about songs and interpretations that each fictional character would embrace and personify. You were basically on fire with the things you created, bursting with creativity and life as if it was the last thing on earth that you wanted to do.
You wrote many things that I would often look back at, even though it was cringey because you wrote with the passion of a fan. You wrote because you wanted to show your love for the franchise because as a thirteen year old, there was no way for you to be able to buy merch or support your favorite content creator, so you created content about that creator to satisfy your need to support him.
You've done many things that I have no courage to because you were amazing and you wanted to just... be.
For that, I am grateful. Because of your choices, I became who I am today. I became someone who was passionate about reading, someone who is aware of the diversity of the world, someone who is wiser than their years, and someone who knows their own self worth.
There is not a doubt in my mind that there are definitely things that you regret choosing but that doesn't make me any less grateful. So thank you, regardless of the decisions that you ended up making.
To my present self,
Hello, Unko. That was the alias you took after you shifted fandoms and veered away from Sanders Sides into MoDao ZuShi. That was the alias a friend gave you because you never knew were you were in that place, never found yourself a place to call "home" in terms of online friendships.
This was the time you were introduced to Discord and you found a group of people who had the same interests who also came from Wattpad. You bonded, talked, and boom—Unko was born. Of course, the nickname would've been an insult if you were insulted by the fact that Unko directly translates to "poop" but you didn't care because a friend named you.
After sometime, you changed into "Mika". Another online alias from another close friend who sadly drifted away due to different interests. You, as Unko, doubted and questioned the online nickname you had so you graciously took in the suggestion of "Mika." A nickname so befitting of someone with a name close to the alias. You have stuck to that since then.
You went through ups and downs, ins and outs, and eventually come out here to where we stand today—in uni, writing this small anecdote to yourself rather than preparing for your exams two days away. All choices have led down to this path which, again, there is nothing to regret.
Everything happens for a reason, it is only a matter of how we respond to it that it would count. So I thank you again, for everything you have done.
To my future self,
Hello, future me. Let's assume that I would refer to myself as "Mika" online for the foreseeable future. Hi.
How have you been? How has life been treating you? Are you well? Have you graduated? How is work?
There are so many questions that I would like to be answered, which is why I decided to write this small anecdote and post it on Wattpad because of your tendency to look back at this account and reminisce the good days with Lo.
Look at how far we've come. From early high school to junior year at uni then to whatever stage you are in your life, I hope you're happy with all the decisions you have made. I would be surprised if you managed to go abroad and work in a field that is heavily math related as well as science related.
We all know what happened when I hoped for a field that had neither.
I wish you good times ahead and beyond the scope of this work. I hope you know to stop eating too much rice because you are being told to stop eating too much (I agree). I hope you still keep the connections that you have and continue on your way.
I hope you have the best in life that you are given. I hope there's no regrets, and I hope that you are very happy.
To those who see this anecdote to myself,
Hello, to new and old readers. If you have come across this anecdote, then congrats for knowing that I am not dead but the account is. This note to myself will be a time capsule for myself to open in maybe five years at least? I may be impatient so it might be pushed earlier.
To old readers, thank you for stopping by and I am surprised that you guys are still in this app. Without you, Lo would not have gotten this far into writing without your support so I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To new readers, thank you for reading this as well. Although my works have not grown up together with you, I hope it gives you a glimpse into me in the past and this anecdote shows a glimpse of me in the present. Whether my works were cringe or bad, it doesn't reflect on who I am now as a person because I have grown from my mistakes and have taken them into account whenever I write down something.
Regardless, I thank everyone who reads this far into my letter for sticking it out with me. It's never easy addressing a letter to yourself in the indeterminate future. For that, I am grateful.
Stick around, guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Signing off for the (probable) last time, peace!
