Letting it all hang out

I don't know whether to LAUGH, scream, CRY, or hide.
                                      but.....
I....do. think. it's 
time.
to. 
vent.

Sigh...

where to start?                                         where do I begin?       which problem do I vomit out?  or do I just expose them all?

The staff.
XXXX... asks me for money almost daily, like I am an atm that has an endless supply of money that I must acquire freely with my white skin. Yet he never shows up to work on time...ever. Not to mention he is like having a 12yr old boy around that you have to repeat yourself to and still doesn't do what you've asked. We have 69 staff, he's just one example. 
My children.
Have not been outside of the brick walls that surround us since we got here 8. days. ago. and we wont have a team come in for another. 31. days. It breaks my heart. lonely. no friends. no freedom. yet they have kept silent. no complaints. still breaks my heart. 
My church.
Where are you? no encouragement. need to support our missionaries. lesson learned.
The history.
Too many hands have traded place. No commitment. Empty promises. Cause people to beg. expect. and be lazy. 
This place.
Is there hope at Hope House? is there hope for Haiti?