Alright, time to tell a bit about myself....

For one, I'm actually not the best student, although i've been told I'm very intelligent. To me, my one outstanding quality is art and, quite recently, writting. Put two and two together and you get stories. I've always liked stories, ever since I was little I've been the oddball in my class, and made fun of regularly, stories always made me feel welcomed....Art was always my priority at the time, I blame my mom, who always took me to museums and said "look! that'll be you someday!"
To my mother I'm always a prodigiy, but my dad was not as enthusiastic in the idea in the begginging, or at the very least he didn't seem that way. My little sister looks up to me, and my brother takes every chance he gets to make me look like the criminal. My boyfriend thinks I'm the most perfect girl in the world, and my best friend thinks me both his teacher and student... But regardless of these people, I'm always stuck between an idea of loving myself or hating myself, and sometimes I have no idea which is which or which is justified for that matter...But this? These pictures? These stories? Did I really create them? Or were they found? Did I make them up? Or did I see something that nobody else can see?....