Ok this might sound tremendously gross and disturbing but I find myself needing to examine the grotesqueness of the scabs I pick. I also find that bigger scabs anger me and I'll put them up to a flighlight just trying to examine how something so gross came from my skin. I also have the need to cut the bigger scabs into smaller pieces because of how disturbing they look. Am I the only one who experiences this? It's a complete obsession. I find that when I cannot find any scabs to pick I feel really frustrated and helpless even though I know I shouldn't be picking to begin with. I feel so insane.