Me, Myself And This Confusing Life

Into the Intro

I am an unpleasant representation of an ordinary and yet not so normal teenager. I am like every stereotypical American teenage girl. Filled with hormones, angst and overflowing with emotion. Simultaneously I am also the opposite of the stereotypical American teenage girl. I am depressed, I have anxiety, my self esteem and confidence is literally at ground zero. But, upon my (small amount of) aging, I have decided that these things do not define ME.
So let me introduce myself properly. I am Michaela, the dork, the dreamer, the clutz, the hopeless romantic, the aspiring photgrapher, the over thinker. I am obsessed with little things. For instance, folding wrappers of things into squares. Or, well, everything..into squares. Paper towels, paper in general, straw wrappers, wash cloths, everything. I've never quite figured out why. And the way that my nail polish chips and forms the shape of continents and animals that people don't think about.
I have many odd fascinations and interests. I'm odd in general. But I take pride in it. Over the years I have experienced more than most people will in their entire lives. Both negative and positive. The result of this is my personality. From a young age I was always told I was mature, as well as wise beyond my years. And not out of pride,I have believed this. I understand things at my young age most people don't figure out until the time they're in a nursing home.
As of October 3rd, last year, I am 18 unfortunate years of age. I say unfortunate due to impending responsibility that will parade down upon me once I graduate the hell-hole that is a small town public high school.