I'll do this for you

I know I'm not perfect, and I've come to terms with that. I know who I am and I honestly am happy with the way I turned out.
Sure there are some things about me that I wish were different. For instance, I wish I didn't have this crippling fear of crowds...or small groups really.
But that's the way I am...and for the most part, you accepted me as I was.
I know you never do this intentionally, but it hurts when you describe my faults. You don't mean to hurt me, I know, but I still feel the pain of it.
I was angry at first, but now I think I know why.
I guess somewhere along the line, I didn't just value your opinion, I wanted it.
I acted nonchalant about us; made it seem like there was nothing there. But you haven't the idea how desperately I crave for it to be.
I'm still as cavalier as I ever was. Still as candid, because that's the me you seem to adore.
So I decided to change for the better, I'm no longer comfortable with the flaws I have. The ones I passed off as psychological by birth, the ones concerning me. You point them out because you care, so I'm going to do something about it. I'll do this for you, but not just...they're for me as well.