#003
I walked down the street talking loudly to myself in Spanish once, trying to peel away the words that I used to know quite fluently from its cousin Italian, a language that I speak every day.
It's all hazy and leaves me incredibly frustrated and sad. The nerves that I now feel aren't the same ones that I once felt when I first started to learn languages. I now just look for separation between the two, a sort of spinning of the wheels before the moments where I want to open my mouth.