They tell you it feels like the walls are closing in. They're wrong. A shrinking room would have been a welcome comfort to the cold emptiness of an open room. Even the smallest ones felt huge with a sort of tangible weight all around it. You see it's a strange sort of loneliness; the kind that consumes you, like you're falling thru the bottom of your bed into an endless black abyss.
I'm not depressed.
You might think I am but I'm not. I don't need a lot of friends, I don't need a break from my school work, I don't need a family. Or, that's what I thought at least. It's funny what your mind will convince you of.
I was drifting thru this world in a black and white haze, moving in slow motion, doing the same old routines. My days consisted of waking up in my empty apartment, sitting in traffic, then sitting at a desk listening to a lecture. Just staring at the Professor wondering why their words were becoming more and more muted, wondering when they were going to just get to the point of what they were saying. After that I'd return to that apartment, making sure to walk fast thru the dimly lit streets, to complete my assigned homework and essays that never received less than an A just to wake up the next day and do it all over again.
Sound familiar?
It should. It was normal, completely and utterly normal. So normal in fact that the boredom of it all was slowly killing me. But I didn't realize that yet because, you see, society plays these funny little tricks on you. They convince you that the more "normal" your life is the better. That by somehow doing all of these meaningless routines each day and doing everything everyone else was somehow you would be happier that way. And believe me the way I was then... I hadn't even realized those tricks of theirs had been eating away at me for years, slowly chewing away my sanity.
But that was before he saved me.
Before he showed me what it was like to live in a world full of colour and excitement, moving at full speed out of that dull and boring life. It's funny really. That I had no idea what I was missing out on before then. I would have never known if it wasn't for him. But how would I? After all how would you know what's missing if you've never had it before? Without him I'd still be stuck, sinking into the grey. He was everything I never knew I wanted.
You all know him as The Joker, an insane psychotic killer with no remorse or sympathy but I know him as my Puddin, a misunderstood loving boyfriend who just wants to see the world smile and this is how I met him.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading everyone! This will be a nontraditional Harley origin story but I hope you like it. I'll also have pictures and music in later chapters, update irregularly.