For the record;

I know what I did. I accept it fully. Yes, it makes me feel like a bitch. Yes, I know I probably am. Yes, I know you want me to feel that way. To make me suffer like you're suffering. And yes, I did like you. I still might, but I've decided that I don't want to act on it. And I've told you why. You're different when we talk. I'm not gonna get all dramatic with the tears and the "it's like I don't know you anymore" bullshit, because honestly I never really knew you. Sure we were acquaintances-turned-crush, but it never went beyond that. And instead of making you think something that wasn't completely true, I thought it might be easier on you now than if something more had happened. Say what you will about hurting now, but do you even realize how much worse everything could be? Have you even thought about what would have happened if I didn't tell you? If I'd waited just a littttle longer? How long were you going to wait to make your next move? A few days? A week? If I had held out until then, and decided to go back after that? Just think about it.
Forget about him. He's not an issue. The main reason for his inclusion in the blog before was to reason it out in my mind. I'm almost certain that he doesn't feel the same way about me. Even if he did, I don't talk to him. It's completely irrelevant.
And I understand that you're upset & angry now, but things will get better. They always have. I'm unimportant and you'll forget about me soon enough. But until then, we have to deal with the inevitable awkwardness and biting remarks. It's all part of the process.