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I BITE MY NAILS.

Look at them. Stubby and short. They look like they belong on a child. Half the time, they hurt. The ends of them, where they meet the nail bed, become sore and dry. I have callouses all around them from tearing at the skin around them. I bite my nails while having conversations, and then use those same fingers with my spit all over them to do whatever I’m doing. They’re not cute anymore, and I’m not really sure whether they were cute when I was a kid either. I stopped biting them for a while a few months ago, and it was really fun and I felt confident, but then finals or midterms or work stress came around and the first thing I did was tear off my fingernails with my teeth.

This post is kind of a public admission of my habit and a public promise to stop. Maybe if I tell everybody, it’ll stop happening. I keep putting it off by saying I’ll stop when I have stickers to put on my calendar, I’ll stop when the tests are over, stop this weekend. Stop when I find nail polish. I guess I should just stop right now.

Wish me luck, guys. I’m pretty anxious in general and hopefully I can cut down some anxiety by not expressing it outwardly with my gross habit.