As long as I can remember, I've had a wicked habit.
I never realized how disgusting of a habit it was, until I watched someone else bite his nails.
And then I realized how gross it is to watch someone chew on their fingers.
I do it when I'm bored, or nervous, or anxious or extremely uncomfortable.
It's an awful habit; but a comforting one, at the same, disgusting time.
My name is Jamie, and I bite my nails.
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