OH,OH!OH! IT'S MAGIC

I've brought shoplifting to the next level. Oh, I’m not addicted to shoplifting. I’m addicted to shoplifting and being caught. I’ve been addicted to getting caught since I was a child when my mom would say, “look at your dirty hands, go wash, don’t show them to anyone, you brought shame on our family.” Oh, I’m not addicted to shame, I’m addicted to not being able to afford basic needs like food or a computer to apply for jobs. I have been addicted to not being able to afford basic needs since I was born. I spent the last year of my life on the streets, and I was sleeping in the park when I now have a bed. I had to go to the hospital because of a broken rib because I got beat up, and they didn't believe me. I had to wait for 2 days without food or water because I couldn't walk, and no one could help me with that. I had to wait 2 weeks for a police report because no one believed me until I went to the hospital. I lost 30 pounds because I couldn't walk or eat, and no one brought me food. I couldn’t access my bank account or get online for a month. When I finally got online, all my job applications were closed. I was expected to pay rent when I was bedridden. I had to move when I could barely do anything. I was kicked out of a shelter for shoplifting when I really needed a place to stay. I don't shoplift for luxuries, I shoplift for food, clothes, and basic needs. I don’t shoplift because I’m greedy or addicted to the high. I shoplift because I don’t have another choice. People have brought me food when they can, and they’ve helped me once or twice but not consistently. I'd rather be arrested than starve again. I'd rather be arrested than be homeless. I’d rather be arrested than not be able to afford basic needs. I don't want to be addicted to shoplifting. I want to be able to afford basic needs without committing crimes.<br><br>I'm addicted to the dangers of it. I’m addicted to breaking the rules. I'm addicted to being in danger and risking my safety. But most of all, I’m addicted to being caught. I’m addicted to the consequences. I’m addicted to the tension, suspense, and danger. I shoplift because I feel like it’s the only thing that makes me feel like I’m worth something when I’m constantly being rejected and denied basic needs, access, and opportunities. I’m addicted to the tension and suspense. I'm addicted to the idea of giving a dirtylook or a look of disgust when I’m caught as if I didn’t know better. I’m addicted to being caught and being disappointed, embarrassed, or disappointed. I'm not addicted to shoplifting. I'm addicted to shoplifting and being caught. I'm not addicted to food. I'm addicted to food and being caught. I’m not addicted to computer. I’m addicted to computer and being caught.<br><br>I brought shoplifting to the next level this week when I shoplifted a hair dryer, and I somehow managed to set the hair dryer on fire. And I walked out with a hair dryer on fire. I was very disappointed that I didn’t get caught. It was a small fire, and it went out quickly when I put it out.<br><br>It’s magic, I tell you. It’s magic.