Confession of a teenage boy

Well to start this story I must tell where I grew up, I was born in Garden Grove and raised in Santa Ana. Santa Ana like changed me for the worse. I grew up being the good little boy, the nerd that got picked on for being in avid and having honor classes. Bad things happen to me the year I turned 13. I was changing for the worse I didn't talk to my mom about my problems anymore, I was turning to rebel. I knew it wasn't good but to survive in Santa Ana you need to be solid, you must not let them know you are afraid. no taut face no signs of weakness because if you show any they will eat you up. I had one good friend named Sergio but he moved my 6th year because his mom didn't want him to be exposed to the harsh people in the middle school known as Lathrop. If you even showed a book they would knocked it off your hands and laugh at you. I know because it happen to me when I was reading a goosebumps book my 6th grade year. I felt angry at the kid that did it to me but I believe in karma so I knew one day he get his. So I kept myself isolated my 6th grade year. I mustn't let them get to me. It go so bad that I started talking to my imaginary friend named Kevin (by the way he's next to me at the moment). People would pass by me in lunch and see me talking to myself, did I care, yeah a little but still I paid no attention to them. So fast forward to my 7th grade year I was already 13 so it was great I was now a total bad kid, and that bully from last year I got my revenge it was sweet but I didn't care what happen to him. (remember I'm just a kid) I did the whole bully stuff. I wanted those who made my 6th grade year bad, suffer as well. I got out of Avid and took normal classes. I got out of the science club, math club, and theater club. I had a whole posse that followed me where I went. I was now cool. So my 7th grade year went on and I kept causing chaos throughout the year. But little did I know my reign of terror was about to end. I moved to Anaheim my 8th grade year because my mom thought I would change, and change I did because I went to a whole new school where I didn't have to worry about being bullied. I could just be me but the first semester I had no friends because I kept to myself. I was back at square one (KARMA). I got into PAL and what I found out that I was in danger of being suicidal. Bad stuff went through my head, I wasn't strong enough to not do anything. I started to cut myself on my thighs and wrist. I would be the kid that would always wear long shirts and sweaters on hot days. this went on throughout my 10th grade year. My friend took me to a youth group named GRACE that changed my life. My godmother, Natalie changed me for the best because she was the good in me. She knew I had talent and gifts to offer so she invested time in me. I'm still changing for the best right now and trying not to go back to what I used to do