Goody-Two-Shoes.

Somehow over the years I've amassed this reputation as a goody-two-shoes.  It's a double-edged sword, really.  On the one hand, I earn favor pretty easily, but on the other hand, I'm boxed into a label of perfection.

I honestly just want to rebel sometimes.  It's hard being perfect...because I'M NOT.  Let me say that again just for good measure: I'M NOT PERFECT. Now that that's off my chest, *whew*  I'm ready now for some grace.

God repeatedly allows for my retardedness (because I do have lots). 

I'm gonna stop here lest I be put on a pedastal for being too humble...