The Sincerest Form Of Flattery

I need to buy a new mirror; the last one broke when I punched it, 'cause I didn't like how I looked when I first saw myself.

The last one broke when I punched it and now my hand really hurts. My actions were purely irrational, but I couldn't help but smash it.

Now my hand really hurts, because I couldn't help but smash it. My actions were purely irrational or so I like to tell myself.

I couldn't help but smash it, 'cause I didn't like how I looked; or so I like to tell myself, and now I need to buy a new mirror.