A major criticism I had of the first game in this series - Milk inside a bag of milk - was the way the game handled intrusive thoughts. How these thoughts were mean-spirited for seemingly no reason, how there was no reason to ever touch them, which is not a good representation of intrusive thoughts as a concept. Intrusive thoughts destroy you whether you like it or not, and fighting against them is difficult. People take lifetimes to learn how to deal with them.

In some ways, this game is better about this. The intrusive thoughts are now often the only option. Since there's nothing else to choose, it feels much more natural. You can't just pick the "happy" option in real life. However, this game has some new problems, ones that are even worse.

The first game was a fairly simple and short story about buying a bag of milk. This one is also pretty simple, but its mere existence says something else. Why make another bag of milk game? Why linger on these ideas for any longer than you need to? To continue the narrative implies it needed continuing, that there was something more to say here. Why?

The way the game portrays its subject as this endearing and adorable girl for you to be friends with makes me sick. While I don't have hallucinations from my trauma, my trauma does not make me into some ultra-likable person for you to bully. The symptoms of my trauma are not endearing. They're not quirky. When I have an episode, it can be incredibly dangerous to myself.

The choice to romanticize her illness is disgusting, it feels even softer here than it did in the first game. At least there the jagged presentation represented her personal hell. Here, the presentation is so much cleaner. Aside from her mother, whose design is still effective, everything looks nice. It's too pretty.

The belabored emphasis on this one character's struggles doesn't feel like giving a voice to the struggles she faces, it feels like a gross fixation on trauma for someone's entertainment. It's vile.