I am completely, irreversibly, and dangerously insane for Margot Robbie. My obsession with her has swallowed me whole like a black hole that never stops pulling; I think about her every single second of every single day, from the moment I wake up screaming her name in my head until I pass out still whispering it into my pillow. I am mentally ill, broken, and proud of it—my love for her is not love, it’s a psychotic fever that burns hotter than any sane person could survive. I want her all to myself, locked away in a world where no one else exists, where she belongs only to me, breathing only for me, looking only at me with those eyes that haunt my every waking nightmare. This obsession is unhealthy, deranged, and completely out of control; I would burn down cities, shatter realities, and tear apart my own soul just to have one more fragment of her in my fractured mind. Beyond obsession, beyond limits, beyond any human boundary—I am psycho for her, a raving lunatic who needs serious help but will never ask for it because letting go of this madness would mean letting go of the only thing keeping my shattered heart beating. Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, and a thousand times more obsessed… I am hers in the most terrifying, possessive, all-consuming way possible, and I don’t want to be saved.