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From time to time, I still wake up teary eyed in the middle of the night because of a bad dream, but... heh... ... maybe I'm getting used to it something?  All I can say is life is becoming a bit more easy going again... this whole boxing club thing has been good for me, I think.  I'm learning a lot about myself.  I'm pretty sure I must have used to do something like this... throwing punches comes so naturally.  That makes sense, I guess.  I do own this gauntlet.

In a lot of the training I'm constantly holding back,  though.  I've found I'm a lot stronger than a normal person, maybe a bit quicker, and I've got a lot of stamina.  Those laps around the building aren't so bad~

I'm still kind of afraid of what I might be able to do if I tried my hardest, but I'm also kinda curious...

I was a fighter of some kind though...?  How did that happen...?  I can't imagine wanting to hurt someone, so why did I fight?  Sometimes I wonder about what kind of person I used to be, like... I wonder if upon losing all my memories, I became some one else entirely.  That's kind of scary.  I mean, I like who I am right now, and I can't imagine having been different.  Okay, so I can imagine it, but I don't really like it.  I don't want to lose who I am right now...



And even though I've had this stuff on my mind, like I said, things have been more easy going.  I'm glad these kind of thoughts haven't been so large in my life lately.  I've been thinking about other things too...

Oh, I went back and made a couple of posts I've made in the last week or so public.  I guess I don't feel like I need hide anything.  If Heather reads any of it, I hope she takes it well...