[ WP ] It 's time I spoke of it ... This is my confession ...

I'll always remember the first time I ever did it. The slightly stale taste. The crunch as I bit into it. The prominence of the memory though, comes from the feeling of extreme satisfaction as I chewed. I was only a teenager that first time. 
 
 Over the years I continued. The process became a bit harder with age. I could n't move the way I used to be able to. It made things much more difficult to reach. 
 
 When friends or family mentioned the act I froze and shot wary glances at the people around me. Did they know? Would they tell? 
 
 My paranoia drove me from interacting. There was so much fear day in and day out that someone would find out. That one day they would call me for what I am. A monster. 
 
 I sit here now, having just finished my nightly ritual and writing in my journal. The remains that I spat out sitting in the kitchen trash can. The first step is to admit you have a problem right? So I'll finally put my addiction down on paper. May the world never find out about my deep, dark secret. 
 
 Every single night since I was a teenage boy I've curled up on the bed...... and chewed off my toe nails.
