Fists Clenched.

I'm stuck in a destructive mindset. I've been tearing my life apart, little by little. Dissolving memories into nothingness. My walls which I once decorated with photographs and quotes are now bare pine. Scattered souvenirs from my childhood have been thrown out. I provoke fights with the people I love, testing unspoken promises. Last night, I cut my hair off over the wastebasket, just for the change, just to get rid of it.
Somewhere in my mind this behavior makes sense. Maybe I'm trying to blame my suffocation on the material world. Maybe I'm discarding the excesses of my life in order to get to the heart of whatever is the matter. Maybe it's just an easy distraction for me, occupying myself, intent on accomplishing something.
I can only hope I can stop this before it spreads to other aspects of my life. Is this the greatest or the least of my worries?