Chapter 9: Is This It? Paragraph 2: ... That's All A Pack Of Lies! 
Entry 5 ... that's all a pack of lies!
Love is a fiction, like an affliction. Love is an ancient curse.
Posing contentment. Causing resentment, fulfillment in reverse.
Love is a dismal thing!
You know, I thought I was happy. I thought we were happy. But nothing was less true.
Love blinds you. Love cripples you. Love
consumes you.
Once you're in love's power it will not let you go. Not until it has reduced you to but a
shred of who you were before. Not until all the human is gone, and all that's left is jelly.
Brainless, naive, weak, spineless, completely codependent,
jelly. And once you've
reached the high point, once you're that perfect specimen of jelly; love will let you fall.
Leaving you defenseless, leaving you hopeless; smeared across the floor.
I found an old photo album yesterday...
Look at us. Look at me! How naive can a single person become?!
Maybe I can get a price for it. Or star in a freak show. Come see! Come see! Pauline
Wang; the extraordinarily gullible Asian. Watch how that spineless body folds to the floor
ladies and gentlemen! Isn't it incredible!
'I'll always love you.', he told me.
'I'll always be with you.', he told me, 'No matter what might happen. No matter what life
might throw at us. Come what may; I'll be with you, and I'll love you, for as long as I
draw breath.'
All
LIES! All it took to break that promise was for the next pretty face to walk by in tight jeans. I
guess he recites those vows to every girl stupid enough to fall for his deception. The
strong arms, the handsome face, the burning eyes; it's disgusting really.
But I was one of them...
I
fell for it. I fell for
him. And now
I'm jelly.
I saw the video you know, the one we made of Agnes' Birthday. I thought it'd cheer me
up a little. Well, guess again! I didn't get it before, when Cate talked about talking your
frustration away in a journal. But I get it now; I truly get it. It gives you a place to vent,
a place to reflect; it gives you something to hold on to.
Even when it's hard.
No more idle fantases about how it could've been, how it should've been. No more idle
fantasies about how he'll change, how he'll better his life.
No more!
He can pack his backs. He can walk out that door. And I won't look back!
It's the right thing to do. It's the right thing
for me to do. A girl's got to protect
herself, stand up for herself. Hasn't it been proven once again that no one else watches
out for you?
No. It's the right thing to do. Really. It is.
But. If it's the right thing to do... Then why does it hurt so much?
Author's Note: I started a fresh game to get those screenshots of Pauline and Hank, since I couldn't control them before they became part of the household (and I immediately gave them make-overs). That's why the pictures are in black-and-white; they're from a time in their lives where Caitlin wasn't even in town yet (I was able to do this because it's purely for the story, not for the gameplay).
