Beichte von Binoes

I admit steeling the Internet connection of my neighbour by Wifi for almost a year now. In my defense, he never changes his passwort which i got from his angry ex.

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I f27 admit my best friend is a little better at everything than me and I'm jealous

boys also get depressed when they lack affection

I, f18 admit, my everyday underwear is old and full of holes

Nothing feels better than letting go of a toxic and controlling boyfriend. There's plenty of fish in the sea and plenty of strangers to meet anyway.

I f28 confess, I would like to have a romantic evening with a fireplace and a plush carpet. A glass of wine, soft music...

Morning look

I'm looking for someone to share the love and happiness of life with me, but who is rock solid even in hard times 🥰. Love, security, trust and loyalty are very important to me 😊. It should also be funny and make me laugh. And of course a little romance shouldn't be missing either?💯 do you see it that way too? then write me 😉

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.

Am yemmy If you try too know me I will you everything you wanna know about

I f22 admit that I just never manage to be on time, no matter how important it is and no matter how hard I try

I once caught someone stealing in a shop and offered the detective to do everything he would like to avoid calling the police

At night I work as a dominatrix in a friend's studio. If my neighbors knew, I would have to move out immediately.

it sounds weird but I'm looking for true love

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