i used to drink my dads sodas and lie about it :(

Now that I'm getting older I find my self looking for intimacy and affection in places I never thought I would. But I've been looking all over..

I lost my ob in the pool and started bleeding in the water.

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.

Instead of a photo of my girlfriend, I have a photo of my BMW in my wallet.

I don't wanna be with my boyfriend anymo4e cause of how he treats me but I'm to scared to leave

I stole a kids jacket back in school it’s haunted me ever since 🥺

If my boyfriend forgets my birthday again, I cook dog food for him - and he doesn't notice

Sometimes i steal , money , chocolate , clothes , anything that has value and i put my hand on Not because i want to do it or i have too but because i feel good doing it and because i can do it so i challenge myself to do it everytime im outside

Help requested in search of love; The size wouldn't matter, a smaller one would also do . not infinitely resilient but very passionate, romantic, melancholic but joking, shy, a bit sporty, interested in culture but not diligent, if that doesn't put you off I'll wait for a word or two from you.

I F.29 admit i have a few regrets when it comes to my early 20ties.

whether barefoot, in heels or trekking boots. Sometimes romantic, sensual - sometimes hip and casual - sometimes with feminine elegance. a small lady, completely independent, sensitive, carefree, clever with charm, flair and depth, looking forward to demanding men with class, heart and humor. ( surprise me...)😇

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.

I'm Brazilian and I'm tired of Brazilian women...

I am afraid of talking to women

The last time we were out, I tripped and banged my head on a lantern.

I often wonder what life would be if i had never met you

It wouldn’t be a secret if i told you.

My body count is at 32 and I'm ready to get it higher, but my gf doesn't need to know

23M and have still never had my first kiss. Lost and lonely.