I should not be eating myself.
I do because of boredom.
Maybe out of fear?
Procrastination or anxiety or something entirely unknown to me.
I have done this for a long time.
I know this is wrong.
It does not stop me from fulfilling this desire to destroy.
These little pieces are a slice of pure nastiness.
This kind of eating does not help me in any way.
There is no taste.
I could very well say I am eating my own flesh.
Why do I gobble the edges until red?
They are chewy no matter where I put them.
Release a kind of built in tension and stubbornness?
Thankfully, I do not taste chemicals.
I hope there are not hidden germs I am ingesting.
This is an itch crawling toward me.
Sometimes fast.
Other times slow.
I know this is wrong.
I can reveal the truth.
It is either conscious harmless destruction or something worse.
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