Depends what you mean by worked out okay?
I di some stupid shit, because I felt I had the owrst shit in the world happening to me. I used to cut myself pretty badly to cope, I also used to smoke a lot of weed, drink fairly large amounts of alcohol and when I could lay my hands on them, take prescription painkillers to numb the pain of it all.
However, for me the release when cutting myself was not the blood, but the pain, and I get why so many kids do it these days. I know it's "emo" and all that shit, but I was pretty hardcore into it, I also used to put fags (as in cigarettes, rather than homosexual people) out on my skin. In the end, I almost got off on the whole thing in a way, as it was the only time I ever felt good about myself. The worst bit of it though, is the fact it has been almost 4 years since I stopped it, but whenver something gets fucked up, my first instinct is to cut myself. I don't, but I wish I was doing it everytime something goes wrong on a alrge scale.
The worst bit about it, well depending on how hard I think about the worst bit varies, was the fact that I wasn't necessarily gay even then. Hell, currently I usually describe myself as questionable when asked my sexuality, because I do vary a lot. Strictly speaking I am bisexual, BUT that said, I don't like to be called that. I'd prefer to be known as a straight guy who likes guys too or a gay who likes girls. I'd rather suck a dick than eat a pussy, but I'd rather sink my dick into a girl than a guy. I'd rather be with a guy for all the other bedroom stuff, but generally I prefer talking to girls about stuff. It's a delightful yet irritating quandary to find oneself in.
I'm also a firm believer in "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." And I think it did. Whenever I had the shit kicked out of me, I went down swinging every time. And as they say, "It's not the winning, it's the taking part that counts!"
Anyway, long rambling post coming to an end. I consider myself to be fine, of all the stupid shit I did, I'm just glad I never had the balls for a serious suicide attempt. I have a lot to live for, and part of that is giving a giant middle finger to the pricks who tried to fuck things up for me. My life is going pretty well, I'm actually pretty happy these days, and having grown up, I realise a lot of people have it a lot worse than getting a little bit bullied in high school.