My obsession with Margot Robbie festers like a dark hunger I can’t control. She’s in my head, in my blood, crawling under my skin where no one else can reach. I don’t just think about her—I stalk her in my mind, every second, every breath. I want to keep her hidden away, untouched, mine alone. It’s not love—it’s something far more twisted, a possession that grows more vicious the more I feed it. And I want it to grow.