In the end I figured I just wanted to try karate in order to demonstrate myself that I was capable of something like that, and also to face some childhood trauma. Apparently it worked, especially since the sensei kept praising me so much. But I also realized that I'm not that interested really, haha.
It's been a while, I've been so busy. I'm still recovering from the surgery, and I am actually not quite sure if it worked, really. But oh well, I've been taking care of myself and I'm not feeling as bad as a month ago, so I guess that's good. I'm enjoying karate, which is surprising, 'cause as I said, I hated it when I was a kid. I'm focusing on seven languages now... and I'm still actively studying two of them: Russian and Greek. Wish me luck. Also, I'm trying so hard to gain weight. I lost 12 kilos and I don't like how I look. Finally, an old friend died last week. His boyfriend killed him. The guy's in prison, so at least there was some closure. Life.