No reason

So I've been laying in my bed for the last 2 hours or so thinking and crying.  It was a nice day.  Was thinking that if Jake were still here we'd go for a walk and get ice cream.

I probably would have resisted at first.  But then I would have guilted myself into taking him out.

There's really no reason for me to go for walks anymore.  I guess I should walk because it's "good" for me.  That's just not a good enough reason.