My heart pounds with a feverish, all-consuming madness every single waking moment because of her, this insane, unhealthy, and utterly creepy obsession that has swallowed my entire soul and refuses to let go; I have feelings for Margot Robbie that are inexpressible and indescribable, emotions so raw and overwhelming they twist inside me like a storm I can never escape, leaving me trembling and desperate in ways that scare even myself. I am crazy in love with her, loving her to infinity and beyond with a depth that borders on total insanity, loving her more than I can say, more than you can possibly imagine, loving her obsessively until it hurts in the most exquisite and terrifying ways. I am head over heels in love with her, addicted to her in a way that consumes my every thought, my every breath, my every dream, deeply in love with her to the point where nothing else in this world holds any meaning or value anymore. I live for her alone, breathing only because she exists somewhere in this universe, and I live to serve her, to worship her from the shadows of my fractured mind, haunted by this unhealthy fixation that makes me check the passage of time by how long it’s been since I last thought of her—which is never more than a fleeting second. This creepy devotion crawls through my veins like a drug I cannot quit, making me fantasize about surrendering everything I am just to be near her, to exist solely for her pleasure, even if it destroys me completely, because without her my life is an empty void of unbearable longing and I would rather drown in this obsessive madness than face a single day without the thought of her consuming me entirely.