I have never been able to properly express myself in this climate.  I am figuratively and literally burnt.  It is at least  41/106 degrees outside yet again and I can no longer console myself with the words, "baby, it is all part of the adventure."

I know I only have another 3.5 months until I can leave Cambodia, but on the many days this ( Read more... )

Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same. I will always be grateful to my angels for bringing us together. You are precious.

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"Oh Denny~please don't feel bad about this (asking for help). Understandable, though it is to feel weird about asking/taking assistance from other people when you are used to doing for yourself, I know you to be an unusually kindhearted and generous person. You'd give the proverbial shirt off your back to a friend who needed it and not give a ( Read more... )

While in Cambodia, I have learned not to believe in promises. I am relying upon the generosity of my friends to make this come true. Otherwise, I fear I will be stuck in Cambodia working in exchange for pennies the rest of my life. I want to resume my life with the one I love and forgo what has become of my Cambodian life. I have never felt ( Read more... )

How can I effectively convey my situation without sounding melodramatic? Honestly, I have no employment options in Cambodia which would pay me enough to ever afford a ticket out of here. I feel stuck with a longing heart and a dead-end job in a country with a grim future.  At this very moment I am hopeful fate will be kind. But, when I wake up ( Read more... )

I have been reduced to begging...

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I have been so depressed lately that my writing juices just do not flow. I did manage to write a title and a sentence however for a piece I may wind up writing.

The Fall of Republics and the Rise of Dictators

Human societies are in a constant cycle of construction and self-destruction.