thoughts of a moron // cayden

[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

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Cayden Murphy

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

I don't even know where to start. All I wanted growing up was mom. Turns out she's alive. What am I supposed to do with that? Just go on like everything is normal? Settle down in a happy little family? Because I'm not sure I know how to do that. I'm not even sure I know my mother. Too much has changed since she's been gone. I guess we'll see where things go.

Also. Aria. Totally in love with that girl. But I still can't say the one word that comes to mind when I think of her. Not with my current reputation with girls. People would just laugh and call me a foolish pup. Hell, maybe I am. I guess we'll see where that goes, too.

[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

I really know I should talk to Jason about the things that have been going on and I would be lying if I said I didn't know why I didn't do just that. Lately, I feel a bit like an intruder. Jason and Connie have been more parents to me than my own. Mom was gone, and Dad was Dad. Now it seems like they might actually get together, and Jason adopted Luk. They have their happy little family going on and it feels like I don't belong. I also know that with another pack in town, all the strays, and new humans showing up in town, Jason has enough on his plate without having to worry about me. I try telling myself that I can handle all this drama on my own, but I don't think I'm wired that way. Besides, I know he'd just call me a pup, tell me not to worry about it, and send me on my way. All of it makes me want to just give up trying to make anyone understand.