The real me....?

I'm a bit terrified if the world were to find out who I really am. I am convinced I can only hide behind my facade of an identity for so long until someone, somewhere will discover I am a phony, a fraud. It's only a matter of time until they will uncover my feeble attempts at being suave or debonair, finding sadly that behind the boots and scarves and the "typical English major" there exists a scared, insecure girl of 5 or 6, who struggles with spelling and cannot do basic algebra to save her life. It's not so much that I'm scared of not being "cool" but rather being found inadequate, lacking. But, then again everyone is afraid of not being "tragically cool," as my house mate Annaka likes to say...we all just need to get over it and spell everything phonetically.