Beichte von Lillidd81

I get scared when my boyfriend is behind the wheel of my car

Just looking to see what's here you never know just what you will find

It often happens to me that I fall asleep watching TV with my glasses on and the remote control in my hand

I f_26 admit I miss my best friend from school, somehow I can't trust anyone like i did her.

I invent illnesses to avoid seeing my boyfriend's parents

Now I feel almost like new, only there is one little thing missing that makes me complete. Who helps?

it’s a good day to be alive ain’t it ? don’t really know what to say here, i guess just looking for fun

6.3 feet tall Looking for fun if you are looking for fun and hook up let me know ok

I f/28 admit that i have had some bizarre encounters in the past, and i'd really love to find a "normal" relationship

Hey hit me up let party. I'm a good time. Vegas Im always down to go and be arm candy

While jogging, I ran into a knee-deep puddle and of course collapsed, everyone else laughed their heads off

Hey looking for a freaky female in the union jersey area

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'm bored and looking for some fun with people who can keep up with me. I can go all day and all night. So please don't be shy.