Invisible Boy {Book 1 of Reflections}

Have ye ever looked in t'e mirror at yerself an' just t'ought, "Wow. How t'e fook am I t'is ugly? How can anyone stand t' look at me?" T'at's what I feel every single, goddamn day. I know I'm a wort'less nobody an' t'at nobody has or ever will love me...Kyle an" his team o' fook-boy lookin' jocks remind me every mornin'. However one mornin' it wasn't Kyle or Michael or Justin tellin' me what I already know an' t'at it would be better fer everyone if I just died like t'e ugly fag I am. No...it was a different boy. One wit' charmin' chocolate brown eyes, midnight black hair dyed a vibrant blood red, caramel tan skin, a handsome face, t'e muscles o' a pro football player, an' a voice so low it sent shivers down my spine. I fell fer him wit' one look not carin' if he was chattin' up a storm wit' Kyle an' his friends, not carin' 'bout t'e red an' white letterman jacket he was wearin', an' definitely not carin' t'at Kyle caught me starin' an' whispered t' him. Only t'in's I cared 'bout was t'e shatterin' o' my own heart when he left me bloody, broken, an' bruised on t'e football field after school on t'at first day o' my personal Hell an' how hurt an' broken he made me feel fer two years o' him not even acknowledgin' my existence whether on t'e bus, in t'e halls, or in class. Why did I hurt? Why me? Why was life bein' so cruel t' me fer doin' nothin'? Who cares if t'e school jocks pick on t'e lonely transfer? Nobody...an' t'at's exactly what I, Seàn William McLoughlin, shall an' ferever will be until t'e day t'e words t'at cut deeper t'an any knife will become too much an' I take my own life. Who would care t'en? How happy would t'ey be t'at I'm gone? Would anyone miss me? Or would t'ey just go on wit' their lives an' not care or notice? Why do I even try t' be happy? Nobody cares. Both at home an' school. You'd have t' be insane t' care. I'm unloved an' unwanted. I'm a nobody. An ugly piece o' shite who deserves t' die. All o' t'is is true. I'm just an invisible boy....