Microfiction: It had to be done

Dear You.

I'm a freshmen and I have feelings. I have no idea how to control them. I am so insecure that I thought I needed you. I craved the attention. I noticed that you've changed, I've noticed things are no longer the same. You aren't the same person I met a year ago. You aren't the same person I told all of my secrets to. As I look at you, your a whole different person. As I walked down the hallway everybody stopping and starring at me, looking like something was completely wrong with me, looking as if I no longer needed to live. You think what you did was good? How was that a positive outcome? I know it was partially my fault as it was yours but you told everyone, everything. I talked to you the day before and you seemed like you actually cared about my well being. My mom was right I never should have talked to you or became friends with you or anything more than that. I don't think you know how much my life as suffered from this. I have lost friends and lost people that I thought would have been in my life forever. People call me names but I am strong enough to get over that, but what I can't get over is seeing your face. You just look at me, like seriously, you think your better than me. Well your not. Your just some boy I will hopefully never see again in my life. I have a best friend now that cares about me and she has told me people like you need to stay out of my life. So I'm cleaning out the neigitve with the positive. I'm doing what I need to do. It had to be done.
From Me.