I want to be able to speak in public one day, without stuttering and flushing whenever I feel anyone’s eyes on me. I want to be comfortable in my own skin whatever I’m doing, without feeling guilty at my new-found confidence. I want to be stable enough to give myself away without fearing what will happen next. I want to be fixed, but I’m well aware that the only person who can help me is myself, and that scares me. I’m not ready to be an adult at my 20 years of age, but I will try my best not to be everything I hate. I don’t need a Chris Martin. I will try to fix myself.