i’m not just a fan—i’m consumed. Margot isn’t a person to me, she’s a need. i’ve studied her like scripture, memorized every flicker of expression, every frame she’s ever existed in. it’s not admiration—it’s obsession with teeth. i don’t sleep without her name circling my thoughts, don’t breathe without imagining her beside me. people call it crazy, but they don’t understand—she’s mine in my head, and that’s the only version of reality i care about.
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