While jogging, I ran into a knee-deep puddle and of course collapsed, everyone else laughed their heads off

I admit that I always let my dog poop in the neighbors bushes in order not to have to collect any of it

In the disco, a hot guy kept smiling at me and I smiled back. He came up to me and went to the girl behind me

I m22 admit my Mustang GT is compensation for my inferiority complexes

Complete this sentence: “You, me, and ____.”

I admit that i once peed in a classmates backpack and blamed it on a stranger we had just met in a pub

I male of 18 yrs confess I often make up stories to impress friends and colleagues, but I'm not really successful with women.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

I f22 confess to having no ambitions in my profession because I just want to be a housewife and mother soon

I, female 22, admit being jalous of my sister 'cause she scores any guy she wants with no effort.

I confess I'm a nerd, I almost always read Harry Potter. 23m

I 20 m confess that last Friday's party was a total bust. No liquor, no chicks, no FUN.

I admit to not being very successful, socialy

I f22 confess my longest relationship was 1 week, I always escape when it comes down to deep feelings

I sometimes bump into people on purpose to get to know them

I f27 got silk underwear from my boyfriend the other day, because I wore them to work he broke up with me, is he crazy or am I?

I keep falling for the bad Ones... the One who made me sad ones... If you know you konw

I love it when people fart. I wish I could sniff the fart, regardless if it's from a woman or a man.

I slipped and fell on the dance floor at the disco

I feel like I am into more freaky shit than you would expect looking at me

I left the house and didn't realize I was still wearing slippers