Beichte von Sweet-Angel

I invited people to dinner and forgot. Then people stood in front of my door and I had nothing to serve

I admit that I have dark desires at the moment

I admit, that i only like girls that are smaller than me.

I admit , my pervert level is well above the national average , but I'm totally okay with that .

Thats me ask if you wanna know more i am sweet 37 live near ghent

Chilling and enjoying the holiday. Trying to better myself at my young age and be the best I can be

when a man makes Money, he feel like he wants more women but when a woman makes money she feels like she doesn't need a man.

My biggest secret here is, I’m not interested in the current coin model, but interested to see how this site adapts (or fails)

Hi. Is there a man out there who doesn't stare at his cell phone all day? For whom Facebook is not as important as real friends and real contacts? I would like to talk to a man and look him in the eye and not keep wondering what he is doing on his cell phone. By the way, I'm 29 years old with a very pretty face. Maybe you like me, it could be.

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.

In the admist of my feelings and desires Let my passionate self take over... And clear all the forces that bring me beneath the layers of despair And let me breath.... Up high, proud and fearless Under this moon lit sky... Where the shadows are calling me... Where i always was ment to be .. Where it's him Standing.... Waiting... Casting a heavenly silhouette of a Greek god.... ~tj

I am blinded by fate I don't need no ray ... To loose myself To find my way....

I, 18 years old, love to go without underwear. Preferably in a short skirt and then it's particularly exciting when it's a bit windy. I never know if anyone has seen anything and to be honest... it's much easier to access then. Would you look up my skirt?

I am 20, as a girl i confess i have often tricked men to get my way