My Life Story (Still a Failure to Society?)?

I have no relationship with my family, a hateful father, a mother wrapped up in her own life instead of mine, my brother and sister the family favorites. Drugs and alcohol and self abuse became my treatment. After a night of horrid thoughts, I tried to end it all. I awoke that morning after downing an entire bottle of pills and alcohol, such a deadly mixed drink. I wanted to change, so I left home for my grandparents home. I was just as mistreated there. I moved back home, so at least I’d have an escape with friends. Once back home, my best friend of four years, gets me jumped by three guys. After that I was arrested on a false rape charge by a crazed teenage girl and because of her age the charges were rape and child molestation. I was arrested during class and my charges were announced in class by the officer. The charges were dropped based on her false evidence, but there is no going back to normal after the school thinks your a rapist and a child molester. I came close to dropping out of school, I just didn’t have the motivation to go. This school year, I have graduated. A year early with a higher diploma than the normal diploma (called core 40 here). I have gauged ears, my lip pierced (getting more done), eleven tattoos (five always visible), girl pants and tight tees, and long hair. I don’t have a job, I live on my own because I moved out of my parents house. Even with the things I have overcome and the achievements I have accomplished, still I’m a failure, to society, to my family, to my peers, to everyone including myself in almost every category.