Life seem unreal, can we go back to your place?

I have a habit of sticking things in my mouth. Har har yes make all the penis jokes you want, innuendo is all the rage these days. I sucked my thumb for the longest time, I couldn't sleep otherwise. From there I moved onto biting my nails, then the skin around my nails, then my fingers. I still chew on my lip and the bump of the teeny scar, usually when I'm nervous or lying a big lie or just plain distracted. Pens find their way between my teeth, making me cringe when I hand them out to attractive but ill-prepared boys in classes. I try to keep my fingers out of my mouth as much as possible but I am truly awful at breaking habits. My nail split earlier today. I'm not a girl who cares much for the upkeep of my nails after spending so long keeping them short to play guitar. So it was split and I forced myself not to bite it, tried my hardest to wait until I got home and could so easily cut it straight. But of course it bothered me and I pulled it off triumphantly as I gave up watching Celtic lose. Of course that just opened the floodgates. Soon I was working on the skin on another finger. It's just so easy to pull off in dinky little strips. I must have pulled too far this time because it started to bleed. No biggie, thinks I and I squeeze and suck and smile. But the blood doesn't stop. It swirls round my cuticle like the remains of my nail polish and bubbles pop up with the slightest of pressure. All I can think is there are no more plasters.

Bollocks.