Margot Robbie isn’t just on my mind—she’s carved into it. I can’t go an hour without her name pulsing through my head like background noise. It’s not love, it’s not admiration—it’s something darker, stickier, like I’ve been rewired to need her presence just to function. She’s become the standard against which I measure everything and everyone, and nothing ever comes close. It’s exhausting, but I don’t want it to stop.
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