My obsession with Margot Robbie is twisted beyond repair—she’s not just in my mind, she is my mind. I’ve torn apart reality to rebuild it around her, crafted a version of her that exists only for me. It’s not about knowing her—it’s about owning her in the deepest, most deranged corners of my thoughts. There’s no escape, no end, only this dark, relentless need that tightens every time I breathe her name.