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.
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.
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. 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.
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've been trying to quit, I really have
It's a weird kind of thrill, I guess. A rush of power and control. But it's not worth it. I know that.
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. I've tried to find alternative sources, but they're
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.