Spidey.
Calm down.
Shut up.
And listen.
I don't know you. I don't know what you're going through. I don't know how bad your situation is.
But I do know one thing.
You matter.
Maybe not to yourself.
But to somebody.
Why do you think people are trying to help you?
They care-- even if you don't.
You're not fine.
You're not a demon.
And going to hell sure as (well, hell) won't make things any better.
So shut up.
Take a deep breath-- or wiggle your toes-- or stick your fingers in your ears and sing 'it's a small world' as off key as you possibly can, it really doesn't matter.
Then try and summon up the courage to ask the person you trust the most for help.
Be brave. Think Spidey thoughts.
I don't know you.
But I do care.
And I don't care if you don't care that I care.
Because of reasons.

Don't worry, you're good! :) I got your back.

Um, sorry, not exactly... In The Amazing Spiderman 2, Gwen was basically thrown down a clock tower by Green Goblin, and Spidey almost got to her in time-- but by the time he caught her with his web, she was falling too fast for her momentum to be entirely absorbed-- and she broke her neck.
(It made me cry...)

Yeah, people will beat you, and curse you, and cheat you-- every one of 'em's bad, except you.

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*sends you more love from mum plus 12,698 hugs* You're welcome ^-^

Here. *sends you love from my mum* :)

No. I'm going to name him Hiccup. Because he obviously has teeth. And it'll scare away trolls.

OK I seriously just had this happen-- I was raking leaves and I forgot what my tool was called so I asked my dad to pass me the yard fork...

Indeed.

Pets dying is sad, but brain-deficient vets are sadder... Poor you! And poor Willie!

A small puddle.

I agree with you. Too many people refuse to differentiate-- whether lumping pet rats in with wild rats and saying they're all horrid, or confusing wild rats with our cuddly pets and saying they're adorable. People really need to learn there are two types.
Not one.