My addiction to Margot Robbie is a relentless obsession that loops endlessly in my head, a craving that never settles. She’s not just a thought but a compulsion, something my mind reaches for instinctively, again and again, like it needs the fixation to function. It’s excessive, consuming, irrational—an inner spiral where desire turns obsessive and the intensity becomes the point itself. I’m aware it’s unbalanced, yet the pull feels constant, addictive, and impossible to fully silence.