>>106068815Emotional State During the Stream
* Panic / Fear
She’s overtly terrified—of dying, of being institutionalized again, of sleeping, of people outside her door, of the stream being cut off. She’s racing to get her truth out before she “disappears.”
* Trauma-triggered rage
She lashes out at:
* bullies and colleagues who ignored her,
* a company that she feels exploited her,
* the system that treated her as dangerous instead of wounded.
The tone is furious, not theatrical—it’s “don’t call me crazy when you’re the ones who did this to me.”
* Grief / heartbreak
She mourns her younger self—the girl who built Minecraft worlds, studied English, practiced singing. “The world I dreamed of for seven years has been destroyed.”
* Guilt and self-explanation
She anticipates the backlash: “You’re playing victim, you’re exaggerating, you’re menhera.” She explains that silence made her sicker; speaking is survival.
* Loneliness
A constant motif: alone in the company, alone in the ward, alone at home, alone in fear. She streams through the night because company through a camera is the only kind she has.
* Glimmers of hope
She praises a few kind nurses: “They were the only salvation. Because of them I thought, maybe I can live, maybe I can help someone too.”
Overarching Themes
(1) “You call me crazy so you don’t have to listen.”
Her central grievance: labeling her as “mentally ill” is a way to erase her testimony of coercion and abuse.
(2) “The system eats young girls.”
She paints the idol/VTuber industry as predatory: recruit teenagers, own their image and time, discard them when they resist, justify everything by calling them unstable. “Give back young people’s time.”
(3) “Coldness vs warmth.”
She contrasts a cold world of control, status, and gaslighting with a warm one of kindness and touch.
“People without feelings have it easy—but they’re boring, cold, their hearts are dead… be gentle—or don’t touch me.”
(4) “I’ve carried this alone for years.”
Seven years of silence, smiles, and obedience, she says, only led to more control. Now she can’t hold it in: “Finally saying my truth, it’s all spilling out.”
(5) “Stop passing the abuse onward.”
She condemns the cycle of harm—bullies become bullies, bosses abuse juniors, caregivers repeat cruelty. “Why can’t you break the chain?”
(6) “I want to live.”
Despite the darkness, she insists she wants life—safety, warmth, a café, rest, freedom from fear.
It’s a seven-hour cathartic testimony where she claims:
* She was detained, medicated, drained of blood, surveilled, and silenced—what she calls institutional captivity.
* She lives in constant mortal fear, streaming to stay alive until morning.
* She feels financially and socially exploited—working unpaid while others profit.
* She’s been excluded, pathologized, and cynically embraced only for PR optics.
* She’s begging for the abuse cycle to end.
* And above all, she just wants to live—to eat, travel, sit in peace, and not be afraid.
That is the essence of Akai Haato’s anguish: not a brief emotional slump, but a desperate, seven-year accumulation of fear, exploitation, and longing for ordinary, gentle life.
