Diary of an Oxygen Thief (The Oxygen Thief Diaries, #1)

by Anonymous

Somehow I was able to lure these creatures into my lair. Half the time I was trying to push them away, but it had just the opposite effect.

They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes. I provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.

“Hurt people hurt people.”

The more they confided and invested in you, the deeper the shock and the more satisfying the moment at the end.

Unkind to Womankind.

To be free, I needed to hate her.

Emotionally speaking, maybe I did rape her, but physically she was up for it.

Yeah, makes sense that a man would say this.

We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them.

If I hurt this woman enough, I could nudge her over the edge into suicide.

premeditated broken heart would easily compare with a case of assault, and yet no court of law would recognize it as a crime.

I’ll offer you the possibility that I’m wrong only if I’m fairly sure I’m right. Makes me appear more humble.

Lol.

I don’t have to do whatever it is forever, I just do it today.