Beichte von Bilovevala

I strive every day to be a better person than i was yesterday, never know how a smile or kind word will impact the life of another. It's always better to be a blessing than been a misery into someone else

"The worst day of loving someone is the day that you lose them." : broken heart speaking.

It often happens to me that I fall asleep watching TV with my glasses on and the remote control in my hand

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 wanted to coolly get on my motorcycle and fell over on the other side.

Looking for new friends I can vibe with. New Jersey girl friendly love to party and hangout friends.

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

If my boyfriend forgets my birthday again, I cook dog food for him - and he doesn't notice

I f/22 confess, I was at a party yesterday, and I swear I didn’t drink anything yet I don’t remember anything from midnight

Someone wants to accompany me to drink coffee while enjoying the shining stars in the sky of Jakarta

Player looking for player. Are you also someone who likes to unpack the game console? Let's play together. I'm 21 years old, not a woman who rolls around on the tanning bed and paints herself like a clown. I don't use spare parts either. Maybe you shouldn't be too old but you like fighting and racing games. Let's see if anyone reports.

Music lover seeking a partner in crime to rock out with. Bonus points if you can dance like nobody's watching and make me laugh . Let's make beautiful music together!