I don't know why I'm writing this. I doubt if anyone would read it or even really care if they did. I don't expect pity or sympathy. I guess I'm writing this so I can get all this pain and desperation from the past few months out. It's either that or hold it in and go insane. To tell the truth, I'm close to losing it at the moment.
My name is Mike. I'm 43 years old. I've never been married, have no kids, also have no job and am living with a friend for now. I have two dogs who are my world and who I love very much. Molly is my oldest dog. I've had her going on nine years. Suzie is her daughter. I've had her for four years. They're living in a tent in the back yard for now. My friend is allergic to dogs so they can't come in the house. It's starting to get cold now so that worries me. I go out often to check on them and the tent at least blocks the wind and keeps them dry and it's a little warmer than outside so there's that.
What else should I say about myself? Let's see. Hobbies. I collect table top role playing games. I don't have anyone to play with, as I have very few friends. I just like to read them. It takes my mind off the trouble I'm going through. I also dance at powwows. That's not exactly a hobby but oh well. I dance men's traditional. I haven't danced in a few years though. I miss it.
