HUNTA-925: "Le do thoil, mise ... Gan dóchas... Céard atá ar siúl agat?' - Cé gur dhiúltaigh mo chara baineann dom in aice le mo chomrádaí ciorcail a bhí ar meisce agus ina chodladh, bhí fuath agam air má lean mé orm ag cur an mhilleáin air an t-am ar fad ...

"Please, me ... Hopeless... What are you doing?' - Even though I was rejected by my female friend next to my circle mate who was drunk and sleeping, I hated it if I continued to blame it all the time ...