one of me

Is this me? A real me? I wonder? I look at this quick sketch long, and question is it me still?
As they said, Scorpio is a sort of emotional animal. Yes, I’m the one.
There’s something unbalance in my mind these couple of days, anyhow, for some reasons, don't know if it because of the summer heat or by other friends affects, kind of low. Can’t really concentrate on what I’m supposed to do. That I try to read my mind and figure out how to spirit up myself a little by a pastel self-portrait.
Generally speaking, I jealous of those who can paint by imagination, unlike one of them, I’m only draw what I see, what before my eyes. The question is, do I really see what I saw?
This is a kind of rough though, only takes less than half an hour or so. Some of the bright painted colors that I picked for the reason to cover my underneath blue on purpose, instead, it did cheer me up a little eventually. To be honest, I barely understand myself somehow.