Poem to myself five years ago

Hey, thirteen year old Peach
It's eighteen year old you
I just thought I'd stop and tell you
About the things you will do
You move to Miami
Two blocks from the beach
And you forget your real name
'Cause everyone calls you Peach
You break your nose again
And can never really breathe right
Your mental health gets a lot worse
But you put up a really good fight
Your family falls apart
But you see both your siblings' wedding days
And you never see your dad again
But I promise, it's better that way
You finally get your license
So you can drive all your new friends around
You lеarn the city in a CRV
That really likes to brеak down
You date a couple boys
And break a couple dozen hearts
Then someone breaks yours
And it hurts, but things are how they are
You write a bunch more music
And you start to get pretty good
And people start to believe in you
Like you'd always hoped they would
You graduate a full year early
At the top of your class
Your friends become your family
Without you ever having to ask
You spend a lot of time happy
But you have some awful days
You're safe now
And somehow
Everything turned up okay