I hate her.
I love her.

She needs to die.
Oh my god! Is she hurt? Please God, let her be safe!

She's so ugly.
She's a beautiful princess.

She's the reason why we have blonde jokes.
She's incredibly smart.

She's annoying.
She's fun to be around.

I wish she was out of my life.
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

She's been gone for three days. Hopefully, she's dead.
She's been gone for three days. Where is she? Did that damn bat get her? I'm worried...

Whenever she enters the room, the sun goes out.
Whenever she enters the room, angels sing.

I frown when we're together.
I laugh when we're together.

"Shut up, Harley! If you don't stop crying, I'll smack you harder!"
"If you harm a hair on her head, you're screwed!"

"I love you, Puddin'!"
"Whatever."
I kiss her tenderly and hold her close.

"Get out of my room and leave me the hell alone!"
"Harley, dear, please don't leave. I need you."

I hate her.
I love her.

Damn her!
Damn Harley Quinn!
How dare she approach me, tampering with my emotions as though they're mere books on a shelf! How dare she thinks that she can relate to me! How dare she wishes to be with me!
Damn her straight to hell!

Wait...

What am I saying?
I need to pull her close. The room becomes warmer when we touch. Her kiss is like Mom's warm cookies, fresh from the oven. I melt when she strokes my hair. I need her near me. I love her.

Gah!
I'm confused so pathetically, my head aches.