Beichte von Skittles

I M/22 I love my wife so much. Right now she’s expecting our first child, we’re so happy. However, I am like many men, I cannot be loyal.

I hate that my boyfriend is gambling, I secretly deleted his account and he thought he was hacked

I 22/m admit that women keep destroying my fun in relationships because they always try to take over every decision in every aspect of my life right away.

God i wouldnt have mercy on any of you if i had my chance

Because my girlfriend always jokes about my bald head, I once cut off a long lock of her hair while she was sleeping.

Just curious to see what this is all about. Ask me anything.

I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life

I danced in my apartment last night. Hadn't drawn the curtains, the neighbor saw everything

I have not got off in 2 days to cold out side in ohio

I’m kinda a freak so Wanna commit a sin for your next confession

I f27 got silk underwear from my boyfriend the other day, because I wore them to work he broke up with me, is he crazy or am I?

Cheating is not a mistake it's a choice. Loyalty is a responsibility is not a choice.!

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.