I'm glad we're moving, and that we didn't move before Jake passed away. I want to get out of this house because I know that every time I open the door I'll expect to see him standing there, and every time I come downstairs in the dark I'll automatically step over him.

I wish Mom could take her chihuahuas back. For some reason I just don't want them here now. I was going to take Tony permanently but I don't think so now. I just want Max for now.