Beichte von Little-Cici

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.

So I don't think this site is legit but anyway might as well use this as a dumpster for my thoughts so I can read up on them again. Not much has changed since my last entry, met someone new and I really wanted it to work out, didn't make the same mistakes again but in the end it turned out with me dumped again, I'm heading for a depression again but since I've come out of it before I'll be somewhat okay, I'm getting tired of my life repeating like a record that's stuck

I confess to moving too fast for most.. wasting time for unimportant little facts about each other is pointless. It's casual no strings for reason.

Well just here we Go.... In a search for a right she One, partner in crime of passion, rest will follow, while growing up 🙏 Don't be shy, I am just one of many who think that life is Nothing but a joke . Right 👍▶️ catch 🫴❓

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I breaded the first schnitzel in salt and my boyfriend ate it in silence.

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I invited my girlfriend to go in a dinghy. Unfortunately there was a hole in the boat and we went under.

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