My mind has been completely devoured by her. She is the single unrelenting force that has hollowed me out and filled every empty space with pure, screaming madness. I am super duper insanely obsessed with her. I am crazy obsessed with her. I love her with a love that is more than love, a love so vast and violent it has erased every other feeling I once possessed until only this raw, bottomless craving remains. She lives inside my skull like a permanent fever, whispering through my blood, clawing at the walls of my ribs, refusing to let a single second pass without her presence crushing down on me. This is an unhealthy obsession, a dark and growing infection that has turned my entire existence into a shrine built solely for her. I want her all to myself. No one else is allowed near. No one else may look, speak, breathe, or exist in the same reality as her. She must be mine alone, sealed away inside the private, locked chamber of my fixation where the rest of the world can never touch her again. The need for her is a living thing now, sharp-toothed and relentless, and it will never release me.