Today i discovered that my hair i cut shor tahs grown out jsu tlong enough for me to chew on it. A strang enervou shabit I gave up in elemntary school

suddenly I cannto stop, and it drives me crazy as all teh confusion in me. all the impatience and anxiety coem sout to my mouth steady taking int eh taste of my dead cells, that i loathe, but i cant stop, encouraging split ends that will annoy me later. makign it damp and feel nauseous from the taste too long.

then whenf inally i stop the dampness of it beside my face btoehrs me so that it returns to my motuh so i do not feel it on ym skin

a cycle of nervousness all over again.