I tend to destroy things that are mine and/or from my past. Pictures, journals, souvenirs, yearbooks. I tend to get worked up until I'm furious, then I get furious with myself, and I take the rage out by destroying myself figuratively. It's scary, sometimes - it feels like I'm erasing myself and any evidence of my time on earth. It feels like the world is a computer and I'm trying to delete my whole life's file, every trace of me, but more rageful.