HUNTA-265: Roedd awgrym y bwli yn gwneud i mi deimlo'n aerborne. Dyw pawb ddim eisiau bod fel yna, felly does neb i siarad â fi. Does neb yn cydnabod fy modolaeth. Felly wnes i ddim ond gadael fy sedd am eiliad, ac roedd merch yn eistedd ar fy nesg, a dywedais, "Wel, dyna fy sedd ..."

The bully's suggestion made me feel airborne. Everyone doesn't want to be like that, so there's no one to talk to me. No one recognizes my existence. So I just left my seat for a moment, and there was a girl sitting on my desk, and I said, "Well, that's my seat ..."