A Diary Of An Oxygen Thief New

It's a weird kind of thrill, I guess. A rush of power and control. But it's not worth it. I know that.

I just got a call from my neighbor, and they're offering me a spot in their oxygen-sharing program. I'm not sure if I deserve it, but I'm going to take it. It's a start.

So, I'm making a change. I'm going to start attending Oxygen Anonymous meetings, and I'm going to try to kick the habit. It's going to be hard, but I'm ready to try. a diary of an oxygen thief new

The first time I took it, I felt a rush. A literal rush of oxygen. It was like a high-five for my lungs. I felt invigorated, like I could take on the world. And I did. I started taking it regularly, sneaking into their house when they were out, and helping myself to a few deep breaths.

I've been trying to quit, I really have. But it's hard. The oxygen is like a drug, and I'm addicted. I've tried to find alternative sources, but they're expensive and hard to come by. It's a weird kind of thrill, I guess

I'm not sure how I got here, but I'm guessing it's a combination of poor life choices and a general disregard for the well-being of others. My name is Jack, and I've been stealing oxygen from my neighbors for months now. It's a weird habit, I know, but it's become a necessity for me.

I've started to notice the impact it's having on my relationships, too. My neighbors are suspicious of me, and for good reason. They're starting to notice that their oxygen levels are always low, and they're getting angry. I know that

I just had a setback. I slipped up and stole oxygen from my neighbor again. But I'm not giving up. I'm going to keep trying, and I'm going to get through this. I promise.