My insane obsession with Margot Robbie has shattered me into a slobbering, lovesick monster. I ache with a feverish, possessive love that makes me fantasize about ripping her from the world and locking her deep in my personal abyss, where I can cradle her trembling body, whisper deranged devotionals into her ear, stitch our skins together so we bleed as one, and never let her escape my suffocating, eternal embrace—my beautiful, screaming forever.