Wow..... some of the people here are heartless pricks

Probably depressed after 200 hours he hasn’t gotten any year two exotics to drop

I completely sympathize with him and wish him noting but the very best, but MAN that video was extremely cringy. Uncomfortably so, in fact. Not so much the content but the delivery. He apologized too much too, to the point where I'm not even sure what he's apologizing for and why. He doesn't own anyone anything.

Let's hope he reads all the heartwarming comments of support from here. You really did him a favour posting this.

Damn, you really kicked up his angry fans who’ll do anything to protect him from criticism. I’ve watched a couple of his videos. He’s good, but he isn’t a saint. Stop calling people retards just because they think his depression is fake.

Yawnnn, no, I'll give him a thumbs down.

Jeez, some of the people here are absolute pricks, they care about nothing but themselves and will do anything for attention, even brushing off the fact that he's depressed simply because [i]Oh, he's a YouTuber, his life is easy he just plays games for a living lol, move on he's doing it for views[/i] [b]YouTuber's are people too![/b] It doesn't matter who the person is, depression is a serious thing and it's disgusting to see some people act like this. [spoiler]I just hope he can recover..[/spoiler]

I feel like depression that he's going through is probably just the mental kind. (Well I guess it always is) He feels like he's a failure despite being able to do what he enjoys the most. If he wasn't enjoying what he was doing, why even do it? I suffer from depression as well, I'll give you a rundown because you TOTALLY care. It's long, so if you don't care, just ignore it. If you do care...why? [spoiler]I grew up in a family that hated each other and to this day treats each other as if a deep vengeance is in place. My mom and dad were getting divorced when I was 6 years old. They would argue and yell at each other for hours straight, while I just sat there and had no idea what was going on. I was a kid, I didn't very well understand. They finally get divorced and now I have to shuffle back and forth between houses with my brother who was nearly killed at birth by the doctor during delivery, and my older brother who suffers from a grudge to this day towards his own family. As I get older I realized what was going on. My mom left my dad for some other guy because of the emotional twsting that happened during my brothers birth. My family falls apart there. So after 2 years, my mom and my step father get married and I hate the guy. I was a total bitch as a kid, being afraid of everything and trusting no one. My step father would get angry and drink alcohol despite being a complete alcoholic. He beats up my dog for knocking over the trash cans because they spoiled her. It hurts me internally. Then I, out of complete lack of understanding, start directing my confusion towards my brother (I'm the youngest) I get pinned against a wall by my neck by my step father and am told to never do that again. Then my mom and hip get into a fight and we are forced to move back in with my dad, whom I should say is unemployed because he was injured at work but receiving disability from the government. None of the money problems matter. Later on I realized I had no talent for anything nor the ability to understand certain things when people talk to me. I have ADHD so it's incredibly hard for me to focus, but far worse at a younger age. I was, and still am, a heart broken child who only wanted to see my family get along, to understand what it was like to be loved, to have friends, to have something to care about. But no, I didn't have that until later in my life. Fast forward to highscool and I was happy, or at least I felt like I was. I gained more friends from being myself and not pity. Breaking out of that horrible social anxiety and just letting people see I will do you no harm. I'm an honest person, I don't lie to anybody. But life sure as hell wouldn't allow that sort of happiness. I found the one and only thing I truly loved in my life, which was to wrestle. The power, the control, the adrenaline...it all felt like I had gained something I never had before. Something I could say I really liked. My only goal was to win one match in wrestling, and since I was put into JV because I was a junior (Because I pussied out every time beforehand) it was either I would go against experienced people, or newbies like me. But, since I liked it so much, I practiced hard, worked on my cardio and I made sure I would get one win...and I did. Although I felt complete for that one moment, later in that year I was hit with the worst injury to get for wrestling. A torn ACL. Tore it in practice. Since I didn't know I had it torn, I would still exercise and do things I probably shouldn't have been doing...but my body couldn't handle wrestling anymore, let alone going down on my knees. I asked my dad to take me to the doctor and he did. Once. My dad's a stubborn mule. Diagnosed with a pulled hamstring. Month after month I tried to get him to take me back "oh you just need to work out, keep your leg strong, it will get better," after my knee gave out nearly twice a month. Fast forward a year. My knee starts to get worse. I feel pain when I extend it and stand on it. My father ignores me still, so I look up the possible injuries I could have had. I -blam!-ing zoned in on a possible ACL tear, but he wouldn't listen. Fast forward 2 years and I'm writhing in pain trying to fall asleep and I hear a pop the next day I was at college. I was late so I decided to run. My knee slipped, tore my meniscus. The pain was worse. I was in the most depressed state I've ever been in. At 18 years old, I lost my confidence just to stand in place. So my mom decides to take me to the doctor herself. She's a nurse and she decided to ignore my father. I get diagnosed with a hamstring pull again, but this time I don't let that damn doctor sway me, I tell him to order me an MRI, and he does. I get it done and...my ACL had been turned to dust and a whole was dug into my lateral meniscus. I -blam!-ing knew it the whole time. I guessed it almost 2 years before I got diagnosed. So, I was told I could get surgery to repair it and I get it done. I felt relief. Happiness. And I never truly felt more relief in my life. But...its been 7 months since my surgery and...im already getting arthritis in my knees. Both of them. I had to lean more on my left leg to reduce the pain for 2 years. After living like I did for 2 years where I trained my body to be slower, to be more careful...not only did it end up doing nothing, but it also ruined my other leg. The wrestling is to blame too. So even when I go to the gym, that confidence most people have in their bodies when moving doesn't seem to exist for me anymore. I can FEEL my knee and what's inside. I can FEEL the weakness. It feels like it's going to do what it did 2 years ago and it hurts me mentally. I'm going to college currently to become a technician in automotive technology...but my knees have a hard time dealing with just standing. Becoming a technician was one of the ONLY goals I ever set for myself and I wanted to make my father proud and have something I could communicate with him on... But...i don't even think I'll really be able to do it. I have no confidence in myself and my body can't handle it. I can't do the only other thing in my life I truly wanted to do. I can't feel happiness anymore, as edgy as that sounds. I play games with my friends and laugh with them...but my life just feels empty. It holds no value. It holds nothing I can call my own. I no longer have any desire to do anything other than TRY to reach my goals. I hardly have a family and I can't even find happiness with my own friends. It's kind of why I post on here. It fulfills me for whatever reason. It makes me happy knowing that my ideas and the things I say...im not always alone when I say them. I feel more complete. I feel more like a person who's not just a drone. I feel free. That's kind of why my only hope for happiness in life is to become a youtuber myself. I like to play video games, and sharing my thoughts, my ideas, etc, are the only real things that...make me feel whole, because I can no longer do what I used to love without suffering. My life is probably not NEARLY as bad as quite a few people's but...i just feel so empty.[/spoiler]

All my friends tell me to stay away from these forums, now I know why. Trivializing someone’s struggles is just spiteful.

Omg kids these days. You have that Little going on that you give crap that some YouTuber is depressed. You must live an easy life my friend. Wow

The comments on this thread are revolting and cynical. Just pay the man some respect.