Had some prospects for some weekend dates early in the week but they seemed to be busts. Also had some emotionally heavy shit going on this week. Idk if anyone else has these tendency’s, but since I was a kid I’ve been a picker when I’m stressed. When I was like 7 my legs were disgusting from carving craters out of all my bug bites. Definitely better with picking scabs but my lips can get bad still. Since I thought these dates were fucked I just started biting away at my lips, not really thinking ab it with everything I got going on. It’s pretty subconscious unless I have a reason to consciously stop myself from doing it. Well, seems like I might now have a date this weekend. Fuck me, time to up the blistex.