The compulsion is too strong, I can’t stop the urge. It’s there constantly, in the back of my mind and before I know it I’ve given in and there is pain. I wish I knew a way to control it and get rid of the constant desire to pick and chew. That sense of satisfaction when you find an area with an edge and you can lift and tear it away. Then afterwards is regret and shame. Being a slave to this weakness. This ability to hurt myself and not control the impulse. It’s an embarrassment and I hate it.