I've been in Paxton Pack for a month now, and all I can think about is fleeing.
Life here makes me feel depressed. Every morning, when I get up and think about going back to the pups and shelter workers, I want to run into the woods and hide there forever. The sense of entrapment is suffocating, each day blends into the next with no escape possible. The burden of responsibilities feels like chains, anchoring me to a place where I don't belong.
The evenings are still the worst.
Nightmares haunt me, every time I see Zane calling, begging me to give him a call, to talk to him. His voice echoes in my mind, he's a ghost from a life I was torn away from. The pain of our separation lingers like an open wound, refusing to heal. In my dreams, I see his face with eyes filled with sorrow and despe
