Today I got confessed to again. I really hate to break the heart of such beautiful girls. But even though I find them beautiful, I am unable to love them. Sometimes I feel like my love for the dead is wrong but I find something peaceful in them. It's a hard feeling to explain but ever since I've realized it, I've been unable to become atracted to any living girl or woman or any age.
Anyway, the girl walked away without a word after I told her. I do feel bad for breaking her heart like that. But a good thing was, after she left I ran into Vincent! He gave me many pictures he had found of dead people from centuries before. They were so beautiful. It appeared as if they were mearly asleep. I now keep one of them in my student ID book. It's one of this girl. She's beautiful! But I know that if she was alive I wouldn't think of her as beautiful.
