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I've tried to make excuses, to justify my behavior. I've told myself that I'm just trying to survive, that I need the oxygen to live. But deep down, I know that's not true. I'm not stealing oxygen to survive – I'm stealing it because I can.

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.

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. a diary of an oxygen thief new

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 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've tried to make excuses, to justify my behavior

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.

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. I'm not stealing oxygen to survive – I'm

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.

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