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I'm hopeless.

This isn't the case to use $20.00 words or inspired phrases and quotes to conjure you. I'm desperate, and it's that oversimplified.

I know I haven't well-tried everything, but I've tried a lot. My pains haven't mattered hugely though, because I made promises (several time of life ago) to population I admire dearly, but I didn't preserve my promises. I tried, but all and sundry knows that "tried" is only just another declaration for "failed."

My dad believed me when I promised him I would hug him once more and on Tuesday, September 14, 2004 vindicatory earlier 6 AM dad passed distant. For 10 sequent years I could do relative quantity but cry, cry, and cry. I never delivered the promised hug.

Friday, October 6, 2006 at 1:17 PM my female parent and human eupneic her ultimate bodily process. Her ephemeral was hasty and from top to bottom upset. Mom besides believed me when I promised that we would come upon over again in this life, and that I would whip her on trips nigh on the world, warranted to beginning her off beside a minute portion of $50K to advance as she so coveted. But mom died up to that time all of this could happen, and in puffy sector because I wasn't one-sidedly able to intimidate "the system" to control more with efficiency and with efficiency. I static cry for my mom even today. I miss my mom and dad.

I omit them fiercely!

Mom lived to see the commercial enterprise of my most primitive publication "." I patterned I could variety enough legal tender from this enterprise to drop pricey attorney's to activity me find and interrupt even-handedness on this insufferable state of affairs in which I am most assuredly an unintentional puppet.

But the publishing commercial enterprise is volatile. Without the victorian promotion, advertising, and marketing, a bestseller will never be hatched. No New York Times. No Oprah's Book Club.

I've gotten relative quantity but well-mannered reviews from the newspaper (you can see whatever of them at Amazon.com, BNN.com, etc). But it is through with my own gruelling pains that any promotional material at all has been complete. It's not easy, and I motionless haven't sold decent books to spend a team who won't be scared by the net and the demand of exposing the lawfulness - ALL OF THE TRUTH IN MY SITUATION.

So, where on earth does the despair come in from?

If I were certainly guilty for the crimes I was polar beside and finally guilty of, it would unmoving be awful complicated to brook the loss of a adored one - even more than so as active into my 14th period of dishonorable incarceration maintaining my simplicity.

I had considered marketing one of my kidneys for the business requisite for a workmanlike team team, until I disclosed that in the United States of America it's illegitimate to market any of my variety meat.

Everything was meticulously and religiously studied. The thought itself was rather simplified.

I had hoped (before I recovered out it is against the law to do so) to offer one of my kidneys at the price which I (through investigation) had inexact to be the whole monetary unit magnitude necessary for my squad - since at hand is evidently no open out bazaar plus point on human variety meat. A shorthand compact would have been entered into linking myself and the prospective receiver essentially stating the following:

In the case that the savings calculable from the marketing of my urinary organ either direct or causally resulted in my freedom from these illegitimate convictions, additional particular planning would have been made to turn over and transfer the excretory organ from my cause to the premeditated acquirer.

Yes...that desperate.

I would inactive confer up my urinary organ (or any another -essential organ) in a beat if it weren't against the law. But it is. So, what can I do?

I'm desperate!