Beichte von Hot_Virginia

If every person has a story, and a title, what would mine be called?

I’m a romantic and honest man who likes trying new things . I like to cook , cuddle go camping or out dancing .

I f22 admit, I'm a household whiz. I can't cook or do laundry or even clean. My boyfriend is very pissed after three months together and I think he should help me instead. Am I wrong?

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 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.

I drove in the wrong way up a one-way street

I f26 confess that I can't take criticism and always have to be right

My husband uses a damn good smelling aftershave. When he's at work I use it myself. I always dab it between my breasts.

My name is ehsan from pakistan i need good patner for relation ship

Another word for patience is idle and I can't live standing still

I am married but in need for some fun. lets have some fun with no attachment.

Good morning to the beautiful world I like to be here to meet the most beautiful girls in the world Thanks for being with you

I confess to have been very selfish in my past relationships. Now the tables have turned and i get a taste of my own medicin. I now regret my behaviour entirely and hope to better myself.