Beichte von MisKhadij46687

Hello how are you doing today I'm here for anything

Thinking I was alone in the house My parents walked in on me when I was playing with my toys in the bathroom, I should have locked the door.

Message me. I am trying nee things. I am fun, great listener and you’ll have fun with me.

I've been with my girlfriend for three years and she still doesn't know my real name.

Proud of my first cake, I was going to carry it to my visitor's table and slipped halfway.

Anyone want some fun, the less words the better

Just bored af idk just hmu and we can talk about whatever

Do you also like women who can cook? I can do more than cooking 😝, text me if you need someone to cook and more! 😘

I 22/m admit that women keep destroying my fun in relationships because they always try to take over every decision in every aspect of my life right away.

Surprise me and I’ll surprise you. I’m not looking for nothing serious just looking for a girl who’s down to smoke and chill and life do what it does.

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.

Lonely, I'm Mrs. Lonely I have nobody for my own !!!!!