My biggest struggle

So as our final assignment of the year, my honors English teacher assigned us with writing a personal narrative about something that had changed us as people. This story was the first thing I thought of writing about. It caused me so much pain but writing about it kind of helped the healing process for me.
Just as a warning, my teacher is really chill and treats his students like adults so there are a bunch of swears throughout the short story. Also, please don't judge too harshly. I was only 13 years old when these events had taken place and my teacher told us to write everything truthfully, no matter how bad it might make us seem. So, yes, I naturally sound like an over dramatic teenage girl. ALSO, although I'm great at writing, I haven't written in this carefree style in a very long time so excuse me if there's any mistakes or things that don't make much sense. I can't remember if I rushed anything. Anyway, I'm not really sure why I'm posting this for people to see, considering its really personal, but it's really late right now and I have nothing else better to do so, fuck it.
I doubt anyone's really gonna read this cuz it's probably really lame (I haven't read it in almost three weeks so yeah idk what I wrote) but if you do end up reading it, I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment how you feel about everything.
I'm going to bed now.
Peace lovelies :)
-Kemi