Sorry I kinda left this hanging. I'll do my best to finish this off now.

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Dear secret admirer,

I don't think you exist right now. But let's say that you do.

First of all, I really hope you aren't mistaken of your own feelings for me. I've encountered people who "liked" me but in the end they only liked me for my company that none had ever given them. They liked me for who they thought I was. But sadly, I was never myself with them and so it didn't go well.  I'd like to be friends first. Proper friends, until I can feel comfortable about opening up. But because I'm awkward and I have social anxiety, it's hard to break my outer shell. Please be patient and keep trying. It takes a long time for me to warm up to people. 

And if you have managed to do so, then I hope you'll be able to accept the real me. I'm not a great person. I'm not easy to love. I'm difficult. I'm always anxious. I'm insecure. I'm conflicted. I'm selfish. I'm whiny. I'm prideful. I'm stubborn. I'm a lot. A lot of bad things. Being with me isn't going to be easy. I hope you're prepared for that if you really do like me. I really don't want you to get hurt or regret being involved with me. 

Nevertheless, thank you for liking me. I don't think I'm worth liking yet as I'm still trying to find my own worth and learn to love myself enough, but thank you.

Much love,

Jas.