Beichte von Hot_Virginia

Wassup, I’m jay read my bio and dm me if your interested ;)

I admit not being able to defend my beliefs and opinions in fear of not being liked

I don't know why but I think it's time to find someone to be with for the rest of my life

I’m just looking to have a little fun promise I’ll take care of you I’m bed 😉

18 years old looking for fun🥵😈 and meet take at look at my profile

In the hardware store I always buy things that you can not only do handicrafts with ;)

I had a pay talk with an employee. But he didn't want more wages because he would have to pay more taxes, an acquaintance of his said. I didn't enlighten him.

Since my ex-boyfriend is only interested in football, I canceled his Sport-Channel subscription without telling him

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.

When I'm with friends, I always bite my fingernails and stick them in their sofa cracks

This is me! Looking to have some fun, maybe a connection, to experience everything my mind has and can come up with! I don't judge all that much, who can, but we can definitely have some laughs together! Come chat with me, maybe we can share experiences together! How about it?