Beichte von Ruthessin

My best friend stole my girlfriend. I don't know what to do to forget her.

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, f22, admit i just can't say no to anyone, or any suggestion, am i sick or stupid?

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I f/22 confess, I was at a party yesterday, and I swear I didn’t drink anything yet I don’t remember anything from midnight

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Don't get me wrong, I don't mind taking care of her, her not paying is not the issue....the issue is her taking that for granted

I am male, 22 years old. I confess that i crashed my car being very drunk. Since no one saw it happen, i fled the scene and reported my car stolen to collect insurance. Although it worked i cannot for 1 minute forget it.

Who goes to work on a Sunday if they don't have to? Me in the heat of the moment and stood in front of the closed door until I realized it was the wrong day

people will notice the chnage in your attitude towards them, but won't notice their behavior that made you change.

ღ꧁💕💘💚 Know, do you know who I am? You are my smile that I try so hard to see. You are my poem that I think of writing all the time. You are my dream that I always fulfill

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