I understand english with ease today, and I’ve improved since I started wageslaving in the airport.
My country (Italee) has a relatively low proficiency level, but I was always invested in learning it out of curiosity and intrinsic desire to escape from this shithole. Still, my syntax remains elementary, and my knowledge is far more nuanced in the realm of listening/reading.
I comprehend everything now, you have to speak some sort of old enchanted shakesperean tongue or niche vocabulary to put me in difficulty, but the thing is I always kinda translate it in my mind subconsciously. Improving won’t save me from my early development, I will always reason in italiano. My mouth doesn’t move like yours does, neither my vocal cords, and I will never read english as fast as u do.
And this is an abstraction for life and Inceldom itself: even If u manage to ascend, there’s nothing saving you from past negligence, you will always feel like a chrysalis still in your inexorable torpor, while the world goes on without you.
È finita.
My country (Italee) has a relatively low proficiency level, but I was always invested in learning it out of curiosity and intrinsic desire to escape from this shithole. Still, my syntax remains elementary, and my knowledge is far more nuanced in the realm of listening/reading.
I comprehend everything now, you have to speak some sort of old enchanted shakesperean tongue or niche vocabulary to put me in difficulty, but the thing is I always kinda translate it in my mind subconsciously. Improving won’t save me from my early development, I will always reason in italiano. My mouth doesn’t move like yours does, neither my vocal cords, and I will never read english as fast as u do.
And this is an abstraction for life and Inceldom itself: even If u manage to ascend, there’s nothing saving you from past negligence, you will always feel like a chrysalis still in your inexorable torpor, while the world goes on without you.
È finita.
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