Am I persistent?

In my mind im a very persistent guy. When I think about my actions during the day and count every time that I can or have been very persistent. To me it seems like a big deal but according to people around me im the exact opposite of persistent. Or however you would say it.
Now that I do think about it I can only be persistent in my head. My brain can give me hell and the only way I can sort out all my thoughts is by saying them out loud. If I dont do that then I start thinking about two or three things, and thats just normal for me to think like that and I can think about three things but after that my mind just starts thinking and thinking and wont stop until something that I like catches my eye. Then it just all seems to disappear and I forgot what I was thinking.
The only thing that I found will keep me from thinking about anything is drawing. Drawing or doodling. It seems like my mom has started looking through my pockets to find some of my doodles and stealing them to use in her own art. The worst part is, she is going to show them off and sell them at one of those charity things that her work has. And yet somehow she maneges to make my doodles look like real art. So far everything she grabs is unfinished or about death, killing, or gay things. Some of it is my school work that I just didnt feel like doing and I just started drawing some crappy robot or death (grim reaper) turning the corner of a hall with my crappy handwriting next to it.
It was hard for me to see that she had cut up my current work of art. She just cut off the birds head taking out all the meaning of it. All that hard work and she said she found it on the floor so it was trash. Yeah it was on the floor, but it was in my room and everything else was on the floor. Who knows what else she has that was on the floor. You cant blame her for going in my room, it is the only way to get to the laundry room unless you want to go outside.
I just love my room. Its the perfect room thats made for one and it seems to not even be apart of the house. In the winter it get so cold but I love it that way. It gives me an excuse to bring out some bigger blankets. I just love the feeling of waking up and it the entire room freezing and to have a nice worm spot to lay in. Then it never gets hot unless I turn off my little fan. I just love having to walk 2 feet to get to everything but my bathroom. Its all the way on the other side of my room. But out of everything in my room im just so happy that I dont have a window. Really, For some reason I just hate having windows in my room. Its just so weird think about turning my head and then all of a sudden im back into the real world. I go to my room to escape everything.

I also love to take pictures, just none of myself.

(Im just sad that I have yet to put an original picture)