Art Exam, I'm not happy.

I'm waiting in vain.
Crushes are awfully brutal... Teenage hormones

Moving on, why am I not happy? I'm suppose to not be depressed anymore.

Who am I? I really want to know.
My name is Michelle.
I haven’t really though about how that name suited me but whatever.
My brother thought it was a cute name.

I don’t know how to describe myself I words neither; fortunately, I get to interpret it in the medium of art. It’s an examination.
It may be hard.

- Stubborn.
- Full of Pride
- I don’t act my age (it goes both ways)
- Talented
- Open-minded
- Judgemental
- Unique
- Intelligent
- Hard to understand

I’m such a mystery even to myself. What can you conclude from here?