Beichte von Babe

I M/20 confess being alone for to long now, in dire need of at least a hug.

I am afraid of talking to women

I hate it when girls don’t grab my head when I eat it, I’m tryna get strapped in for the long run lol

I broke up with my boyfriend a couple hours ago but for some reason I'm not sad

Hi I'm Rob busy looking around just get a hold of me maybe we can talk

Well just here we Go.... In a search for a right she One, partner in crime of passion, rest will follow, while growing up 🙏 Don't be shy, I am just one of many who think that life is Nothing but a joke . Right 👍▶️ catch 🫴❓

Sweet and sassy girl seeking a kind-hearted and confident man to share life's adventures with. Let's make each other laugh and create unforgettable memories.

Any ladies lookn for some fun

I love women with good personality.

I am ready to play Truth or Dare if you are tempted. I promise I will answer all your questions!

I had a boring relationship behind me... now I want to live it up!!!! am looking for casual relationships ........

I f18 confess my secret passion are old coins, unfortunately I just can't find anyone who doesn't laugh about it.

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 f/22 admit, my adult life hasn't exactly met my expectations, yet, you know