For the past of 2014, for the past of life.
believe or not , accept or not, 28 years has past and now I'm still looks like a young man .
No mature, no gf , sperated with my family , all alone with myself living in a far away city .
I am a loser... even no high salary , although I am working for a foreign bank on technology.
I cried sereval times at night in a small rent house, for myself, for my losing love.
I become more and more less words, less smile ,and less happiness .
Seems I should leave here...