Who Am I? I have this image of being a goody-two-shoes but I'm not. I'm just scared. I want to drink and party and have fun but I'm scared that I'll do something stupid or, I don't know, I'm so shallow. I want to go out there and live my life and not worry but that's just me, I worry all the time. That I'm not good enough or I'm not going to be who I want to be. And I guess all this worrying keeps me from allowing myself to get close to anybody besides people I've known for forever. I want to find a guy that I can trust but I can't even trust myself. This is so screwed up. I'm so screwed up. Jenn is going to Mardi Gras this year. Maybe she'll let me go too. That would rule because maybe I could actually let go. I'm interested in how I'll act when I don't have someone around checking up on me.