Hunger, or Boredom?

God knows how long it took me to realize that The blood stains on my carpet weren't just because I thought Biting my hand was edgy until it started being a habit, I would bite down harder each time an unwanted memory came to my head, in class with bite marks covering my fingers to wrist with blood coming out of a few of the bite marks, I wasn't satisfied, bit by bit, I wiped my saliva with a mix of blood with my right hand, while my other bled and salvia dripped, rushed to the nurse, they thought I was insane, everyday they would make sure I would have a piece of gum or at least a rubber straw that came with my water bottle, I've stopped that habit, but the stains still remain on my carpet and bed, unable to be washed out entirely, there for eternity.