Sere

Dear Diary,

Today Japan personally attacked me with sweetness, jealousy, and criminal levels of cuteness. 😭🔥✨

Diary… Japan does school romance like it’s an art form.
Every time I watch, I feel like I’m wrapped in a soft blanket of nostalgia. 🩷
It’s sweet, warm, and hits me right in my emotional dessert stomach. 😭🍓

Now, WATARAI and HIOKI—
don’t even get me started. 😭😭😭
They just talking to each other and having a moment.
Everyone else dissolves into mist.
It’s just them… and me, third-wheeling with an unhinged grin. 😭💖

And WATARAI—OH MY GOD.
The man can’t handle Hioki breathing near another human. 😭🔥
Someone glances at Hioki and Watarai’s brain immediately goes: MINE. MINE. MINE.
He’s a walking jealous emoji. 💅😤

But Hioki, my sweet bean, got a little jealous too 😭✨
It was so cute watching them clear things up right away —
no unnecessary dramalama, just honesty and soft smiles 🩷
Communication kings, I salute you! 👏😭

And then—OH GOD THEN—THE MOMENT FROM THE PREVIEW. 😭💖
Hioki looked adorable but you could see he was so embarrassed 😭💔
Sir, I get it — I’d combust too if I had to pull that off in public 😭✨
Still, he was precious!!
I was torn between screaming “YOU’RE SO CUTE” and “PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS.” 😭💅

The rooftop scene??
Watarai opened his mouth, said one of my favorite romantic lines in BL history, and I flatlined. 😭💘
He could read a grocery list and I’d still swoon.

And THEN—Diary, brace yourself—
WATARAI ALMOST SENT ME INTO ORBIT. 😭🚀💥
He suddenly activated his Flirt DLC and upgraded to “Seduction King.” 😭🔥💀
And when Hioki replied??
I FELL OFF THE BED. I REINCARNATED AS GLITTER.
I THOUGHT THE DRAMA WAS ABOUT TO SWITCH TO A WHOLE DIFFERENT RATING. 😭💥
Japan said: “We won’t cross the line, but we’ll LEAVE YOU THERE TREMBLING.” 💀✨

Diary, I’m convinced this show is five minutes long because time literally bends when it’s this cute.
I blink, and it’s over. CRIMINAL. 😭⏰

Next week’s preview looks adorable, but my heart already hurts knowing it’s the finale. 😭💔
I’m not ready to say goodbye to my comfort drama.
Every week they make me laugh, squeal, and melt into sparkles — I don’t want it to end. 😭💞

Signed,
A girl currently rolling on the floor, spiritually on the rooftop, emotionally in orbit, and physically deceased by Japanese subtlety 😭💅🔥💖✨

😂😭 stoppp the peach fragrance part sent me!!! that’s TOO perfect 💅🍑✨

Thank you 😭💅

I couldn’t resist that one 😭💅 glad it took you out!! I’m still out here trying to figure out who’s out for Thee 😭🔫💅

Dear Diary,

This drama is EATING. It’s SO SILLY but I’m out here giggling like I just drank three cans of glitter-flavored caffeine 😭💅✨

First off, Diary… I need answers.
IS HE OR IS HE NOT IN THE MAFIA?! 😭💀

I was so sure Thee was just a dramatic perfume prince with telenovela tendencies — but now?? The “enemies” line sounded a little too real. Like sir… who are you beefing with??? I need to know, because it’s certainly not Bath & Body Works 😭💅 Are you in the mob?? ARE YOU??

But honestly, it doesn’t even matter because the second he opens his mouth and drops another soap-opera line, I forget every logical thought I’ve ever had and just smile like a lovesick fool. 😩💖 Even when he’s out here saying red-flag things, they sound like personalized love letters to me. HELP. 😭

Now Diary… Rome and Mok. 😭😭😭
Those two are so cute I could spontaneously combust into confetti. 🎉💘
Rome’s out here being an adorable menace while Mok pretends he’s not enjoying it.
Like — SIR. We both know you do 😭😭😭
Then that bed scene??
NOTHING even happened, yet I replayed it like I was preparing for a doctoral thesis. 😭💅
I AM THE CLOWN. I AM THE ENTIRE CIRCUS. 🤡💖
I need their spinoff YESTERDAY 😭✨

And Diary, I still cannot believe I didn’t recognize Est and William.
That’s twice now — first Saint & Perth, now them. 😭
I’m blaming Pond. That man is the definition of visual distraction.
I’ve got Tunnel Vision: Pond Edition. 😭💅

No seriously, Diary, my eyes clocked in for Pond duty only and refused to look elsewhere. 😭💅
I could not stop staring at his face.
I kept having to rewind because I realized I hadn’t processed a single line of dialogue 😭💀
Then he showed up in that all-black suit and my brain flatlined.
HE. LOOKED. ILLEGAL. 🖤🔥
The hair? Perfect. The eyes? Dangerous. The smile? Criminal.
I was ready to file a police report and simultaneously write him a love poem. 😭💘
I’m not even kidding, I almost wrote an ode to Pond mid-episode like some lovesick poet. ✍️😭💅

But Diary, let’s not forget the romance — Thee and Peach, my heart. 💞
They’re so cute I need to be hosed down. 🚿😭
Thee patting Peach’s hair had me melting into the carpet.
The way he looks at Peach?? I’m gone. Done. Finished. 💅😭
This relationship feeds my soul like fresh cotton candy. 🍬💕

And just when I was soft and swooning, Thee’s phone betrayed him.
Diary, I screamed. The second-hand embarrassment took me OUT 😭💀
If that happened to me, I’d simply evaporate from existence.

Then Diary… that musical instrument scene. 😭🫠💘
Cupid’s arrows shot straight through my soul.
Thee can be silly, but that line? That line had me flailing like a muppet in love. 😭💞
Even when he’s being cheesy — like that beach scene — I eat it up like gourmet drama dessert. He’s my silly telenovela prince, and I love him endlessly 😭💋

And then the kiss. THE KISS. 💋😭
I screamed. I rewound. I ASCENDED.
My spirit left my body and joined the drama’s soundtrack. 🎶💀
THEE AND PEACH FOREVER — I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS 💅🔥

This episode was EVERYTHING: cute, chaotic, and visually illegal.
Thailand looked so good I almost opened Expedia mid-episode. ✈️🌴😭

Signed,
A girl who’s fallen victim to mafia confusion, Pond hypnosis, Mok & Rome serotonin, and Thee’s relentless attacks on her soul 😭💘

Dear Diary,

DIARYYYYY 😭😭😭 I need emotional hazard pay. This episode was heartbreak, catharsis, and chaos all bundled into 40 minutes of pain glitter. 😭🔥💔

From the opening minute I knew we were doomed. My poor Shulang — my sunshine with storm-cloud eyes. My heart broke for him in real time. I preheated the frying pan immediately. 🍳🔥 I was ready to serve Fan Xiao a five-course meal of consequences. 🚩🥊

And then… they met again. Diary, I went through every stage of grief in ten minutes flat. 😭💅
First, cheering like an over-caffeinated sports fan: “YES SHULANG, STAND ON BUSINESS!” 👏🔥
Then immediately turning into a commentator:
“Give him another one, Shulang! That’s for emotional damages!” 🥊😭💅
I was living for it — finally, the red flag gets his receipt!

But then… that look. That sad face. That ‘is it really over between us?’ look.
And suddenly my righteous fury melted into tragic clown soup. 😭💀
Like sir, you don’t get to look heartbreakingly beautiful while facing consequences!
That’s cheating! 😭🔥

He deserved every ounce of pain, and I’m so proud of Shulang for holding his ground, but there I was whispering, “please, just kiss and make up before my blood pressure spikes again…” 😭💅
I’m conflicted, delusional, and somehow still rooting for the chaos. 😭🔥

Diary, I hate this man. I also want to hug him. I want to throw him off a cliff and then dive after him. It’s sick. It’s unholy. It’s Fan Xiao Syndrome. 😭🚩🔥

And when he saved Shulang — my heart betrayed me. It skipped like it was training for the Olympics. WHY. Why am I swooning over the devil in a leather jacket??? 😩🔥💋

Watching Shulang hold firm though? Art. Cinema. A standing ovation. 👑😭💪
He didn’t fold, didn’t flinch, didn’t let the sad puppy eyes reel him back in.
Meanwhile I’m over here folding like a $2 lawn chair. 💀😭

Every time Fan Xiao looked sad I was yelling at my screen,
“STOP IT. YOU DON’T GET TO BE SAD. THAT’S MY JOB.” 😭🔥

The emotional damage was biblical.
I’m talking Book of Heartbreak, Chapter Delusion, Verse Chaos. 💋💀
By the end, I was arguing with my TV like it personally ruined my love life. 😭📺💅

Fan Xiao, you chaotic, tragic, infuriating little demon — you deserve every consequence you get… but please stop looking like that while receiving them. 😭💋🚩

This drama really said: “Let’s test the fangirls’ moral compass by shattering it into confetti and feeding it back to them with violins.” 💅✨

Diary, I’m fully aware I should move on and find peace, but let’s be honest — peace is for people who didn’t watch To My Shore. 😭🔥 I’ll be here again, frying pan in one hand, hope in the other, and delusion in my heart. 💋🚩😭

Signed,
A girl torn between justice and delusion, crying into her glitter and preaching in the church of red flags 😭🔥💋🚩

LMAO you’re right 😭💅 that would’ve been a killer plot twist!! I should’ve called it a revelation instead — I was just so caught off guard I went full fangirl mode 😂💗 either way, it hit me right in the feels!

Dear Diary,

I pressed play and immediately got emotional whiplash. 😭💥 One second I’m vibing cause we got a new episode, then next I’m screaming “WHAT IN THE HOLY PLOT TWIST WAS THAT?!” My neck almost did a full 360. I need a chiropractor and an exorcist. 😭👻

Diary, the first scene had me and Kaew running the same marathon — pure survival instincts. 🏃‍♀️💨 My boy took one look, went pale, and I said, “Yep, same.” Whatever that was, I’m not built for it either. We’re both clocking out of that house IMMEDIATELY. 😭💀

And just when I thought my soul had finished screaming?
Saen entered like, “Let me crank the horror up a notch.” 😭🔥
Sir, I came here for romance, not heart attacks per minute. He was almost as scary as the ghosts from Goddess Bless You From Death — and that’s saying something, because those ghosts could make your soul leave your body just by making eye contact. 😭👻💀
Like—HELLO?! That’s your kid!! Someone take this man’s scary-music privileges away. 😭

Then CHAI… bless his over-eager soul 😭💅 Kaew barely finished saying the word “haunted” before Chai went full problem-solver mode. Sir, nobody assigned you this side quest! 💀✨ You’re not even in the romantic lineup; you’re just the halftime show. 💀💞 Sit down before Yai materializes to glare at you.

Speaking of which—PAST LIFE SCENES?? I ascended. 🪽😭
Yai didn’t fight it for even a second —“Welp, guess I’m in love now.” 😭💘
Man’s soul submitted the paperwork before his brain caught up. 😭✨

And THAT kiss. 😭😭😭
How do they keep making every kiss look so unique, funny, and adorable?? Like, writers said: “Physics? Logic? We don’t know her. But we do know CUTE.” 💖✨ I swear Yai would happily get smacked again if it meant round two.

Then just when I was ready to melt into a puddle of pastel goo, SOPHEE appeared like an ad you can’t skip. 😭💀 Girl, you ruin more moods than buffering. I completely forgot she existed until she strutted in and my peace fled the scene.

This episode went by way too fast—I feel robbed. I need more, like, yesterday. 😭💅 Babe and Billy are acting their souls out. The chemistry? Nuclear. The tension? Divine. The pain of waiting another week? Unbearable. 💔🔥

Signed,
A fangirl emotionally concussed, spiritually levitating, and already replaying the kiss scene for “research” 😭💋✨

Dear Diary,

Diary… I just finished the new episode and I’m writing this from the emotional ER. 😭💥
I’ve been SCREAMING, FLAILING, and spiritually combusting since the opening scene.

Every five minutes I went from “LET ME AT HIM!!” to “OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE 😭💋” to “WHO GAVE THIS SHOW THE RIGHT???”

Diary, King was testing my soul in this episode.
Every time I heard his name or saw his mug face on screen…
I started shadow-boxing my pillow like it owed me rent.
At this point, I’m willing to risk a haunting just to get my hands on King. 🤧💥

Then, Diary… you wouldn’t believe what happened next.
The universe really said, “Oh, you’re willing to risk a haunting for King? Bet.”
And then, it tossed a jump-scare RIGHT at my face. 😭👻
I fell off my seat. Like, who said this was okay? Universe, you playing with my sanity right now.
But guess what? I’m still taking him on. Never back down, never what? 😤💥

Man, Diary, this episode got me stressed about Darwin.
At this point, my boy really needs to move into Singha’s house because what the heck was that scene?? 👻💀😭

Then—King. AGAIN.
This man has the audacity of a toddler with a sugar rush.
What he said to Singha had me on my feet hollering,
"LET ME AT HIM, COACH, PUT ME IN!" 👊🤜🤛🦵💥
I swear, Diary, I need to calm down. I will… FLY KICK King again.
I’m wiping that smirk off his face one way or another.

And then Diary, the way he tried to pull that “real cop” talk?? 😭💀
I laughed so hard I almost dislocated an eye. 💅
Sir, you’re not protecting anyone — you’re protecting your shiny reputation for closing cases fast. 🙄
If he truly cared, he’d be fighting for justice instead of keeping his name clean and daddy proud.
The only thing “real” about him is the delusion. 😤💅
They can miss me with that weak redemption attempt and “daddy issues” arc. 🚮💅

THEN, DIARY… LET’S TALK ABOUT THE ROMANCE. 💋💘
I went from rage to feral squealing so fast that NASA probably heard it as a sonic event. 🚀💞
They touched hands and I disappeared.
They kissed and I reincarnated into a glitter particle. 💀✨
Every soft smile, every domestic moment, every stupidly cute scene — I was kicking my feet, squeaking, and flailing around like a loon. 😭💅💘

Meanwhile, the plot was serving Criminal Minds, but make it pretty. 🔍💅
Tension rising, and karma finally slapping the right face — poetic cinema. 🎭🔥
Call me Sherlock because my detective instincts were on point. 🤙🕵️‍♀️💅

Diary, there was a tent scene — privacy was respected,
but I’ve never wanted x-ray vision more in my life. 😭💋
I launched myself into JAIL voluntarily. 🚓💀

Also, everyone’s attractiveness was ILLEGAL tonight.
Pavel and Pooh were glowing like they knew I was watching.
Even he-who-deserves-fly-kicks had the nerve to look good while ruining my peace.
HOW DARE HE. 😭🔥

Then, Diary, the ending happened.
The panic. The stress. I knew I couldn't trust that damn thing. If this were a historical drama, I’d be spiraling right now. But it’s BL, so I should be fine, right? RIGHT??? 😩💀

Diary, this drama is so damn good.
The plot is amazing, the romance is chef’s kiss, and I am LOVING every minute. This drama is officially on the fast track to my “favorite list.” If it keeps this up, we’re on the road to a perfect score. (Please, drama gods, don’t let it fumble.) 🙏💖

I cannot wait for the next episode. Friday can’t come soon enough. 😫💞

Signed,
A girl who is emotionally overwhelmed, romantically distracted, and spiritually preparing for next week’s #FlyKickFriday 🦵💥🔥💋

Haha no worries, you probably didn’t miss it 😭💗 I just tend to flip out over the tiniest details! At first I thought parallel Ogami was the perfect one — super supportive, always had Kano’s back, total dream man energy 🍡✨ But then when Kano started comparing both Ogami, I realized… hmm, maybe that version wasn’t actually helping him the way I thought. That realization kinda slapped me 😂💥 I was so sure I knew what this drama was doing, and then Japan quietly said “surprise!” and I lost it 😭💅

Dear Diary,

Diary… Japan really out here playing 4D chess with my emotions 😭💗
I pressed play expecting another soft episode full of cute smiles and gentle vibes, but instead they served emotional revelations with a side of plot-twist soufflé 🍰💫

The episode started off all sunshine and sparkles, with Kano and Ogami being their usual soft, heart-melting selves 😭🍡💞 Every head pat, every smile — I was devouring the sweetness like it was a limited-edition dessert 🩷

I thought I knew exactly what kind of fluff I was watching… until I didn’t.

Because then, Diary, the story flipped the table. 😭💫
Not a sad twist, not even dramatic — just one of those “oh wait… hold on…” moments that hits you right in the chest and makes everything you saw earlier feel different.

Japan really looked me dead in the eye and said, “You thought this was just a cute parallel-world love story? Sike, here’s chaos for seasoning.” 💅🍜✨

But honestly? I’m not even mad. I practically launched off my bed. What a revelation. 🫠💞 This drama keeps feeding me more than I ever expected.

Now I’m just sitting here, cheeks hurting from smiling, waiting for next week like it’s Christmas morning 🎁😭

The writers really cooked this time — and I’m eating every bite 🍡💗✨

Signed,
a girl who came for comfort and got delicious chaos instead 😭🍡💗

Thank you 😊 💓

Dear Diary,

I KNOW, I KNOW, DIARY.
“Girl, don’t you have enough dramas on your plate?”
Yes, I do — but this cute puffball of a show batted its pastel lashes and I folded instantly. 😭💕
I’m weak. I’m soft. I’m a certified clown with no self-control. Let me live.

The chemistry between Jack and Ja? Explosive already.
Two episodes in and my boy Jack is so down bad he’s practically underground. 💘
He looks at Ja like he’s seeing his future husband, soulmate, and tax deduction all at once.
Meanwhile, Ja’s out here being illegally pretty — moving with that traditional-dance grace like a weapon of mass distraction. 💃✨

Fern is my spirit animal —
the brave version of me who could actually talk to her bias without combusting.
Me? I would simply perish on sight. 😭🫠

And Diary, that hydration-based moment of destruction.
Sir turned on the charm, turned off my brain, and I accidentally said “I’ll buy Jack.”
He was selling something, right? 🚿😳
My soul left the group chat. My credibility? Gone.

Then there was that unexpectedly domestic situation.
The chaos. The cuteness. The serotonin levels skyrocketing. 😭🩷
I’m adding a new law: every drama needs at least one cuddle moment for world peace.

Diary, this show is pure, sparkly fluff.
It’s cotton candy turned into a rom-com — soft, silly, and aggressively adorable. 💗🍬
The next-episode preview is already promising more sweetness, and I’m seated with my emotional snack bag ready. 😭💞

Signed,
A girl who accidentally tried to purchase a man, currently rolling in sparkles, giggling through secondhand softness, and manifesting hydration and cuddles for all 🚿😭💖

Dear Diary,

This episode grabbed me by the throat, whispered “stay delusional,” and threw me straight into emotional traffic. 😭💥 I haven’t recovered. My spirit’s doing cartwheels, my sanity packed its bags, and I’m one replay away from filing for emotional bankruptcy.

Diary, THEY REPLAYED THE KISS 😭🔥
As if my fragile soul hadn’t already been incinerated the first time!
I combusted, ascended, and came back for seconds like a certified clown. 💀💋
At this point, I’m not watching the show — I’m the captain of this doomed ship, and I’m saluting as we hit the iceberg. 🚢😭✨

Then, Diary… there was that scene — so visually stimulating I forgot how to blink. 😳✨
Left: Mr. K being fully illegal.
Right: Pheem existing like sin in human form.
This episode said, “visual blessings for all,” and my eyes said, “amen.” 😭✨
I was ping-ponging between them like my eyes were training for the Olympics — no blink breaks, just cardio and chaos. 👀💦

Then Jira — my sweet disaster of a man — opened his mouth and said something that made me choke on my own air. 😭💀 Sir, those are inside thoughts. You don’t say that out loud unless your mission is to end me personally. 🫠💀

And then, Diary… there’s Pheem. AGAIN.
Out here single-handedly wrecking my sanity like it’s a hobby. 😭🔥
That stare? That intensity? I swear if it was me, I would combusted like the finale of a Fourth-of-July fireworks show — one explosion after another, no recovery time in between. 💥💥💥

Then THE ENDING. 😭💥
Diary, when Mr. K dropped that line… I levitated. My blanket yeeted itself off the bed.
My neighbors probably think I’m hosting an exorcism.
I was flailing so hard I almost filed for emotional workers’ comp.

Diary, it’s getting dangerous out here. 😭🔥
One second I’m screaming “K × Jira supremacy!!” and the next I’m rolling on the floor whispering “but Pheem tho…” 😭💘
I’m switching ships mid-episode like I’m flipping channels.
Honestly? I give up.
Show, hear me out — why not both? 😭💅

Signed,
A fangirl doing emotional gymnastics between ships, appreciating “art,” and currently on the floor rethinking all her life choices. 😭💋🔥

HAHA yes it’s me again 😭💗 wandering from one pastel battlefield to another like an unhinged fangirl on tour 💅✨ there’s truly no rest for the emotionally unstable 😭🍡💞

Aww, thank you 😊 💖

Dear Diary,

Today was the finale of My Secret of Seer — and I mean this sincerely: the writers said, “What’s logic? Never met her,” and just sent the whole plot into orbit. 🚀✨
I laughed. I screamed. I questioned every life choice that led me here. But I also said I’d ride this glitter train straight into the abyss… so choo-choo, baby. 😭💅

Diary, I have beef with the monk.
Instead of his usual “fortune cookie wisdom,” he should’ve just said:

“Find the magical aura man and meet his entire family.”
Would’ve saved us eight episodes of malfunctioning mojo. 🙃💀

And Diary, I swear Phloeng must be related to Singha from Goddess Bless You From Death because both these men could watch a ghost tap-dance in front of them and still say,
“I don’t believe in spirits.” 😭👻
At this point, they need the ghost to start levitating them before they open their eyes.

Then the romance finally decided to clock in💀🔥
I’m convinced someone found the “romance” file last minute and went,
“Oh shoot, we forgot this part!”
Still, the romantic moments were cute, I folded like a beach chair. 😭💞 I'm a hopeless romantic.

Then chaos said, “You rang?”
Diary, I can’t tell if I was watching a drama or a fever dream. The plot did a cartwheel, backflipped into nonsense, and I applauded anyway.

Meanwhile, Phloeng turned the charm up to cheddar levels. 🧀
I cringed… and then smiled like an idiot. It’s not my fault, Diary—he’s hot.
Hot people get away with crimes and bad flirting. 💅🔥

And THEN… BUNNYMAN. 🐰💋
My emotional-support cryptid. My chaotic little icon.
When he appeared again, I yelled, “BUNNYMAN! WHERE YOU BEEN, LOCA?!” 😭💞
I don’t do ghosts, but for him? I’d risk haunting.

But Diary… explain to me why Bunnyman got more action than the leads. 😭😭😭
The writers really said, “Main couple? Who?”

Tong, my sweet baby angel, I was THIS close to begging you not to spiral again.
Tul is tall, stupidly handsome, and has the kind of smile that could ruin civilizations—but we don’t chase men twice. No, ma’am.
Tong, YOU are the prize. Let that man run after you. 😤👑

And then, Diary… they finally gave us the kisses.
Explosive, overdue, and worth the wait.
I squealed, clapped, rolled, ascended. I am a simple fangirl—
show me affection, and I combust. 😭💋🔥

In the end, this drama was a whole circus— and I had so much fun making fun of chaos. 🎪💞
From the aura man malfunctioning to the vague monk, pantless Bunnyman, Tul’s dangerous jawline, and the plot doing the salsa—I regret NOTHING.

So farewell, My Secret of Seer. You were a chaotic neon mess of a show. 💋😭✨

PS. I Will MISS YOU, BUNNYMAN. 😭🐰

Signed,
A fangirl who survived the pastel apocalypse, adopted a Bunnyman, and now firmly believes every magical aura just needed one good kiss 😭🔥💋🐰💫

at this point it’s a spiritual experience 😭💋🚩

Omg you’re the sweetest 😭💞 I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Dear Diary chaos!! Thank you for reading and laughing with me — I’ll keep writing as long as our dramas keep unhinging us 😭💅✨

Dear Diary,

I think I need medical attention. 😭💀

Apparently, I’ve developed a rare condition called Pond-Only Vision.

Symptoms include:
• uncontrollable smiling whenever Pond appears 😭💅
• forgetting the existence of other actors 😭🔥

Because how—HOW did I just realize that Mok = Est and Rome = William?!
This is literally the second time I’ve done this. First Saint & Perth, now THIS. 😭😭

I was out here spazzing over Mok like, “he’s so cute omg,” completely unaware it was Est.

THEN, when William appears.
my brain: “sorry bestie — Pond visuals only.” 😭💀

Someone call the doctor—“Yes, hi, I’m here because my eyes only process Pond and Phuwin. Please check for retinal delulu buildup.” 👁️💘

Anyway, consider this my official apology to Mok and Rome for my Pond-induced blindness. 😭💞

Signed,
A girl whose eyes have been hijacked by Pond’s existence 😭💘