Everyone has a habit. Mine is biting my nails until I start to ******* fingers. Everyone has a habit. Mine is falling in love to quickly, like a clumsy school girl who always falls into her crushes arms, just to be dropped Everyone has a habit. Mine is getting rejected like a credit card that has been maxed out. Everyone has a habit. Mine is always saying the wrong thing. When ever I talk to a girl I become my secret identity : loser boy! My one power is repelling women away quicker than the flash runs around a shopping mall with a Visa card . Everyone has a habit. Mine is brushing my hair until it almost looks like something that I could love, my hair is a chain that links me to my skin color, like a slave hooked to an auctioneers stage. So I try to brush away my skin like getting rid of thick curls will change my heritage. Everyone has a habit. I have this really ****** habit of never being happy. I always pick apart things and find some reason to hate myself. Im always to tall, to black, to stupid. I can't be happy for long because when I do I destroy myself like an evil villains plot when he presses the self destruct button because he's lost confidence in his plan. My biggest habit is smoking cigarettes made of sadness, and allowing depression to infect the rest of my body like terminal cancer. I can't recall if I smoke a pack a day anymore, it's a part of my everyday life. With every meal, movie or social interaction, I need a drag of sadness. There's this girl though, her smile is a nicotine patch, her voice is a message from my dr saying "we've found a cure, for your depression." Now i can put down the pack.