The YouTube comments section has officially noticed that I've been acting weird lately.

I had also took a break from answering anyone altogether. I haven't answered YouTube comments in three days. I hadn't replied to Twitter comments in five days. I've been changing my actions because I'm hurt. Every once in a while I'll accidentally wince at the searing pain of my cuts and bruises.

And today was livestream day. I was going to be streaming Overwatch for about an hour and then for the next two hours answer Twitter comments.

"I should wear a sweater but it's like 90 freaking degrees in my room." I moan. I sigh and walk into my office where my sweater from the other day was still on the floor. I stare at it for a moment, then stare at my arm, which was still bleeding. But I had taken the wrap off.

"You know what..." I say as I quickly reach for my sweater and throw it on.

I quickly slam myself into my chair, pull up Overwatch and start the livestream.

-Time skip-

"Okay guys! Now it's time to answer comments!" I say as I get settled after closing Overwatch. "Please send me questions on Twitter using the #Septiclivestream!"

I immediately get thousands of questions.
I start reading the questions out loud...
"Why did you start YouTube?"

"Well I started YouTube because you know, I just thought it would be fun!" I reply with a smile.

After answering a bunch of commend, I feel a pain in my wrist again.

"I should've wrapped that back up..." I wince as I bring my wrist into view of the camera, my sweater was all bloody in that area and it was clearly visible.

Then, I stated getting comments faster than I ever have. People were getting really concerned for me and I bit my lip.

"Why does your sweater have blood on it?"

"Take off your sweater!"

"What happened to your wrist?!"

"Did you cut?!"

"Who hurt you?"

All these questions just made my head spin. I threw off my sweater and left my arm in plain view. "Look guys! I'm fine!" I say. "These are just scrapes from falling on the pavement a couple of days ago!"

They didn't buy it.

"Look guys! Just please ask me something other than ask about my wrist!" I plead.

Some obeyed, some didn't.

"Okay! Here's a question! Will you ever do reading your comments with Mark?"

"Yes, I'm hoping to anyways." I reply.

-Time skip, 2 hours later-

Okay guys, I think that I'm gonna leave this stream here. Hope you enjoyed it! *WAPISH* bye!!" I say before ending the stream.

After I knew the camera was turned off, I sighed and laid my head in my hands. Why am I in this situation? Why am I putting up with it?