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. 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. The first time I took it, I felt a rush
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 felt invigorated, like I could take on the world
I just had my first Oxygen Anonymous meeting, and it was eye-opening. I'm not alone in this struggle, and that's a relief. I'm looking forward to the journey ahead, and I'm hopeful that I can overcome my addiction.
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.