People hang on little things.

A nail can be enough to kill yourself.

Try not to be someone's nail.

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Today I honestly want to die. It's no one's fault.

I'm glad for no nails. Not at the moment. Nothing out of the usual. Not an extraordinary enough day to be the last. The rust is ordinary rust, the wounds old, unhealed but familiar.

When I've said enough, I don't want to be here. If I'm here, I've more to say.

But someone else - someone else could be in a darker-fiercer storm. Your nail could be their last. They don't really deserve that, and neither do you.