You will never be Korean

You will never be Korean. You have no ancestry, you have no citizenship, you have no skills that would make Korea ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating white girl twisted by delusions of mythical Korean superiority and exposure to Korean media into a disgusting mockery of nature’s perfection. All ‘validation’ you get from other people in this position couldn’t be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a globally useless language to a first-grader’s level was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can’t expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the youth you threw away in doing that. Actual Koreans are utterly repulsed by you.

Thousands of years of linguistic evolution have allowed natives to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog’s somehow passes as normal (it won’t), any Korean person will immediately cut all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a basic Korean speaker at best, but worth no more than garbage in skills, accomplishments, and likeability. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind.

However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Western woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Caucasian. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being white to some Korean entity that exists only in your mind while actual Korean people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language


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  1. the smell of any or the chess pieces and arms, and didn’t sell a wall for those experiences those weirdly warmish-cold foods. It’s no one road and walked out, you’d need to see the waters. Dream said we might only a museum after 2️⃣ Remote 🎮 on the western dong?

  2. You won’t be Korean. You don’t need an air, you don’t have any skills to make the tide you want. You’re self-exposing a white girl with a delusional american superiority legend and revealing to the Korean media any confirmation you get from others in this position can’t be any worse, you think spending your life learning the world was useless at the level of level one to use your time right, but you can’t expect to have a pathetic individual because you’re not really gonna know the value of the young people you’ve been wearing.

    Thousands of years have enabled indigenous linguistic development to identify cases of fraud and dictionary alone. Even if your written text finds itself and draws his attention closer to a dog who roams in passports in a way that is natural (it will not be), no Korean person will immediately break ties when he hears the voice and accent of a person who is not simply a Korean speaker at best, but rather than waste skills, achievements and love. You won’t be happy to make fun of a fake smile and make you pretend to believe that watching the content maker you understand is the best 20% in a better way to look at your own gene.

    Anyway, inside of you, you feel depressed crawling like weed, ready to crush you under unbearable weight, and you know it. You know that all you’re doing right now on a commercial language medium is a new ignorance, not even weird qualities would be foreign to do, but how it doesn’t matter who you have. Finally, there’ll be a lot to wear… which buys you the rope, connects a knot, and puts it around the neck, your parents will receive you, you idiot, but the relief will no longer live with an unbearable shame and disappointment, and they will bury you with a grave with your birth name, and all of them will run away for the rest of your immortality, your body will refuse and all that will remain in your legacy is a shaky structure.

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