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I can't believe... that Eros.. he... I can't... I mean, of course it could be him but what if it isn't him? I'm not sure and um. How do I tell my mom about this whole thing? It isn't really a conversation that I would like to have. What to do... what to do.

As long as I don't have to talk to Eros, I think it's okay...um, for now. Maybe. Ah. I mean. I still ... but then I don't know... um. What to do, what to do...

Am I really Psyche anyway? Maybe I've gone crazy, maybe I'm now deluded and...

.... I should talk to my mom first.

New toaster! It's about time, too because burnt toast is definitely not worth the time. Then again, knocking it off the counter and into the water didn't really help matters either. Thank fuck and umm...everything that my hands were NOT in that water. I am not ready to die.

I am really in the mood for french toast...like really really. Really really really. This post has no relevance to anything really except that I'm procrastinating. Also is it just me or does it feel weird to have homework for physical education courses? I'm fine with the running and the sports though, I sort of faked needing to throw up when he mentioned frisbees because I'm pretty good at that part but writing writing papers about it is not really

How do I say this? It feels pretty stupid. It would be one thing if it were a paper about the muscles that you're using and how the body reacts to physical exertion...but it's not. Who cares about the rules of badminton? I mean...who really cares? Whatever. I got an A on it anyway.

Now I'm going to go eat toast and hope all the frisbees in the school's possession magically melt.

[ He's all smiles when the feed turns on, and maybe a little too hopeful for his own good. ]

When did school get so goddamn boring? I've never been in a place with so many people eager to learn. Take me back to high school please. Or better yet, why don't all of you fine people give me the dirt on this place?

Who loves who, who doesn't love who. Affairs, orgies, virgins, whatever it is, I want to hear it. Just please don't tell me about your vacation homes or pets, unless it has to do with sex. Pretty sure if the latter comes out of anyone I'm going to have to single you out as Zeus. And what haven't we been through together?

I'm itching to get some sparks flying already, so if it makes you feel more comfortable reply anonymously or send me a private message. You can definitely trust me with your secrets, and know, that I know what I'm talking about. [ Yeah right. ]

I think there will be a fair few of you convinced you need my help when you figure out who I am. You can call me Reese, or Eros, if you insist. Hell I'll take Cupid, even if the name brings to mind images of fat kids flying butt naked with wings obviously not designed to support that kind of body weight.