DIARY OF AN OXYGEN THIEF By Anonymous (The Oxygen Thief Diaries)

if I were miscast in my own life

I saw someone across the street who did the things to me that I routinely do to me I’d run in the opposite direction. But I can’t, can I?
I’m married to me.

fully accept that a lot of what I'm saying is paranoia. Everything that follows could well be my own imaginings and totally unfounded. I mean, the actual facts and figures are true. Dates, salaries, locations, awards, etc… But the motivations and emotions of the people surrounding those solids are smoke.

had so much scary work to do. People to impress. Apartments to see, ideas to generate. I had a strong sense that the world and its inhabitants were trying not to burst out laughing in my face.

looked peaceful. Beyond pain.

just felt convenient to dislike them

This is just me trying to be honest with myself. Like a 140 page note-to-self. I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m far more interested in symmetry.

By the way, I mention all this because somewhere out there these girls are getting on with their lives and I want them to know what happened to me

don’t want you staining my newly published pages with your salty eye-droplets so I’ll get off this topic now

That was the moment I knew I’d have to do this thing alone. This thing being life