HUNTA-265: Chuir moladh an bhulaí ar mo shuaimhneas mé. Níl gach duine ag iarraidh a bheith mar sin, mar sin níl aon duine le labhairt liom. Ní aithníonn éinne go bhfuil mé ann. Mar sin, d'fhág mé mo shuíochán ar feadh nóiméad, agus bhí cailín ina suí ar mo dheasc, agus dúirt mé, "Bhuel, sin mo shuíochán ..."

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 ..."