I wasn't able to sleep last night.

I couldn't get it out of my mind… all that we had talked about… all I know… was in ques­tion­swirling around in my mind and it wouldn't stop.

This morn­ing, I called Jake and we made plans to do some­thing in the after­noon. When I went to Rocky to meet him, there was no one there. Also, Megan, who was sup­posed to be there, was nowhere to be found. So I went and called Jake, and found that Megan was with him.

I went to meet them at the Juice Stop park­ing lot, and Jake said he needed to go home and take a shower, but that I should meet him there in a half-hour.

So we were left there, and then it started…

I told her that I felt I was the only one who *needed* to work on things, but that wasn't the case. And I refused to feel that way know­ing full-well that she needed to take some respon­si­bil­ity as well.

It went up and down; she said that she didn't need to defend her­self, and I tried to re-word how I felt, and then she seemed to have an epiphanythat this was true.

After we both cooled our heads, we talked about it some more and left it feel­ing good.

I spent the rest of the day (and most of the evening) with Jake. Dur­ing the evening, I talked to Megan online for a lit­tle bit. Things are def­i­nitely get­ting bet­ter, and we've got a plan to follow.

Here's to the sec­ond year… Yay!

[BTW, the title of the pre­vi­ous entry bears no con­nec­tion what­so­ever to the piece-of-shit film of the same name star­ring Brit­ney Spears, which hap­pened to be released on the same day. So don't even ask.]