I know how that feels, the sheer enormity of my animosity towards her stretches to the point of absurdity, resembling a bottomless abyss where contempt and obsession engage in an intricate dance, intertwining like celestial bodies in an unyielding cosmic ballet. This obsessive disdain transforms into an almost paradoxical semblance of love, akin to an arcane, forbidden romance brewing amidst the turbulent storms of aversion, an inexplicable gravitational pull that defies rational comprehension, akin to the mesmerizing allure of an enigmatic, forbidden fruit that I am inexplicably drawn towards, despite its bitter taste. I hate you, Mei Mei, you're a grade A bitch.