A Diary Of An Oxygen Thief New Here

But as time went on, I realized that I wasn't just stealing oxygen – I was stealing a lifeline. My neighbors were using it to breathe, to live. And I was taking it away from them.

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. a diary of an oxygen thief new

It started innocently enough. I was feeling a bit short of breath one day, and I noticed that my neighbor's oxygen tank was always full. I mean, always full. I began to wonder if they really needed it, or if they were just hoarding it like a prepper stockpiling canned goods. But as time went on, I realized 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. I've started to notice the impact it's having

If you're an oxygen thief like me, I encourage you to seek help. It's not worth the risk. And if you're a victim of oxygen thievery, I apologize. I'm working on getting my own oxygen back.

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.

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.