Beichte von Mia-Lope

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

Life's beautiful, make the best out of it and live the life you deserve xxxxxxxxxxx.

I overslept, then I rushed to the office and only then realized that it was Sunday

Cause I'm little flower who want Water for life... If you understand text me

My mother has many shoes. When she's not around, I put them on, especially high heels, and take selfies with them.

I f25 confess I killed the lawn at my ex's house with chlorine for revenge

Heyy I'm 22 n that's pretty much it um I like to go n do things or even just sit at home n smoke ask if you wanna know anything else

Just looking for the one to lighten up my world hopefully I can do the same for you

Chat me I would rather get to know one another that way, just know I’m to all females only please.

I'm looking for an honest and committed relationship with someone who is serious and wants to start a family

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.

I lick the exposed cutlery in restaurants when no one sees it

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.

Living alone, my house is just too big and too empty . likes hiking, golfing, literature, theatre, painting. Love good food (cooking together), good wine, interesting conversations (possibly by the fireplace) and maybe more. Maybe the right one will cross my path after all. get in contact

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I grew up with my grandma and have loved the scent of these mothballs ever since. If I don't have at least one under my covers I can't sleep

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