airgeargaigar

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...~~