Real Talk...
I am not ready for SuperM. I can put on any game face I want to... but I know now, for sure, I’m not ready. The man count of love is too extent, 7. If I have any more dreams of Kai I’m going to lose my mind. The man has infiltrated my dreams.  He didn’t when he was just EXO. I know him... I know he’s gonna take it to the next level of sexiness. I already have to deal with Taemin and his violations unbeknownst to me until it’s over. One gives foreplay, one violates you without your knowledge/consent and walks away leaving you confused. Plus I have to be strong for their dancing. Four of my favorites dancers... in one group. I have to also deal with Ten’s flexibility and Taeyong’s pop and lock movements... SMH. I’m starting to look at my baby Taeyong the wrong way... he’s my baby, those damn veins. I’m scared. Truly. I don’t even know Baekhyun that well except for his high notes and now I find out he’s a damn comedian. The funny one always wins. I’m only saved with Mark and Lucas cause they truly are my babies. Even though the images of them scream grown man, no longer child. I still see them as my babies ready to slay. This is the wrong group to be my first debut... I stand no chance of survival.
How are we to survive this!? Were we even meant to!? There’s not enough panty liners in the world... we’re going to have to use Depends. This SuperM train leads straight to Moistville. I am still on this ride no matter where it leads... I refuse to stand in a desert mad about this group. The closer their debut gets the more anxious I get... This group is multiple orgasms back to back.













