A Diary Of An Oxygen Thief New Page

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.

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. 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,

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. It started innocently enough

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'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.

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.