Maybe I am going to end up listening to Jeff, and no one else, not even myself, but I need to figure this damn situation out, don't I? I can't continue just to hate myself over this, I suppose.

That cryptic little sentence right there may not reveal much about the situation it's about, but it does make it clear that I did, in fact, talk to Jeff tonight, and that has me feeling better than I have recently, having been able to actually express my feelings for once. Tears make one lose inhibitions, I think. It's like they sort of entail the frame of mind "If I'm already crying, how much worse could telling the truth get?"

Either way though, I need sleep. On with it.