Admit it, we have all destroyed ourselves and torn ourselves into little shreds on purpose before. For the sole reason of wanting to see who will be waiting to clean up our mess. And when we find out there’s nobody but us at the end of the day, we unravel even more as if there are still pieces not yet broken apart from our destruction. But haven’t you realised how elaborate we self-destruct? It’s as if we wish to turn ourselves into something people don’t understand, like pieces of abstract art. That way, any curious onlooker will come to know of our value before they even try to make sense of us.