“Fake Love repents in the end”

Yeah, remember me, Aakash? From omegle, and stuff.
So, i don’t have that much free time, so it’ll take me a while to read all of your writing.
As i promised, i translated this piece.

“I’m here sitted probably doodling something unknown in a old and crumpled piece of paper at the same time i’m listening to a song from that band that i don’t quite know since i have not been paying any attention to it. And i keep not knowing to say if i have been breathing or sleeping, or screaming or waiting for him to call me, maybe above all, the most thing i did was to keep my contradiction in my head and to lock up my throat all the rebellious screaming, so i stretched myself in the chair and kept watching to those daily news that should be renamed to daily tragedies, those suffering people who are splitting blood and screaming ‘Someone save us’, ‘Someone change this’. And how do you feel about all of this?”

I’ve done it in a few minutes, so probably you will find all types of errors in it and i’m too lazy to actually correct myself besides i’m facepalming myself in here already in how much i had to change in the translation just because English can’t express fully all the meaning in Portuguese. I’m not always hateful in my writings the way i was in this one, i was just really mad at some injustices that i’ve had experienced so, i wrote this down. It has been some years since i wrote this, and it was my very first piece.

Yeah, that’s it