The Moth that dashes into the flame has only itself to blame.

"The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow."

Call me a moth if you will. A lone fluttering insect dwelling in the heart of darkness. My life curses me to an existence of perpetual nothingness in the swamps and forests of this dreadful continent, living in fear of nightingales and owls who also share in my exploitation of the night and its vast twilight, that which some see as difficult or even a frightening notion to grasp is an all too real and routine habitat for me, the moth. In this, my anamorphic state of being, i have just come to grips with the sense that i am destine to do this dismal and dreary dance of life until my life has reached the end of its design. But hark, a wondrous dance of light reaches from the depths of the precipice of night, a small flickering candle is burning in the near ground. I, the moth, feel a strange sensation. It overwhelms my body and consumes my mind, its as if this singular light, unable to even penetrate the inky blackness more than 3 ft from its source, is calling out to me."Come share my light, come out of your darkness, come to me to share my light, come and share in the wonder of Love". I am now fluttering in your vicinity, gentile and wondrous flame. Your soft white light and your slender flame and your purist of energies draws me into yourself unlike all other effects i have yet experienced in nature. But alas, my own groaning pain and my longing for the flames adoration have spelled my doom. I fluttered to close to you, the flame of my soul, and i was consumed in an instant, and i now live in a state of oneness and bliss with you because you have freed me from the darkness that was all i had known.
-It is my own Fatal Flaw that i am hopelessly in search of a light of love in my life and that when it is finally realised and within my reach, i allow it to vaporise me in one instant, so in a sense i feel only the joy of the flam's love at the end of my short moth existence.
As for having only myself to blame, I doubt i would even put it on myself because i couldn't see my self living any other way. I am just as imperfect as any other, even YOU.