Mark...
This is beyond something I can say. I don’t just see Markiplier as a guy on a screen that I just use to pretend is my friend, and that his friends are my friend, for the love of god I want to be his girlfriend’s friend. I understand it when he says that he wishes he could meet every single one of his fans, but what he doesn’t get is, as a fan, I see it the other way around. Mark is probably the only YouTuber I could meet and just fucking ball my eyes out in happiness. And I don’t want to say that he saved my life, because only one person can save someone from suicide and it’s the person attempting it. But, Mark has shaped me to be who I am. I see him and I’m almost intimidated because he’s such an amazing person and that’s the kind of person I want to be. I want to be the person that spends hours locked in a room with friends playing video games and eating potato chips waiting for the charity number to go higher, because the cause is just worth it. I want to be the person that makes people happy for hours, to weeks, to even years just after pressing a button. Crying and making a complete fool of myself for a couple minutes to know I’ve made someone smile. From the minute I saw Mark’s smiling face playing Octo-Dad when I was ten years old I knew I was hooked. To Mark, I know you won’t see or reply to this, but if you ever do, you have helped shape me into the person I am and I thank you for that. Keep doing what you do because I will not be disappointed no matter what you do because I always know you mean well. Until the day I see you for the first time, which may be never due to the distance between South Carolina and Las Angeles, I’m here for you. We’re here for you.
