The more I think about my life back home, the less I miss wrestling. Not that I missed it much to begin with by the time I got here, but I miss it less and less day by day.
I wish I could forget about the last five and a half years of my life, honestly. I wish I could have just been taken here when I set out for VoW back in 2015. It's either that or "try out for the Olympics and fail miserably." Either one could have saved me from a litany of injuries, surgeries, transfusions, transplants, implants (yes they're fake, yes Jenny loves them anyway), and a general inferiority complex.