there is nothing here...

I love this picture. I admire this love, the love I sense through screen. 

I am over the age which are gonna be filled with magnificent filters of life. It is just two or three years left before I turn to thirty. It seems like an ugly number for everyone, especially my parents. Mom complains to me every time I go home about "the deadline", "the stable state",...all the time. My grandpa, grandma, uncles, aunts,.. have the same thought, too. 

I love working. I think I am a workaholic. I love the feeling of devotion and giving. It might be the combination of my childhood, the way I was educated,.. I want to do many things. People like that, but not too many. Most of them are someone I really care about. And they love me, support me no matter what. I have no doubt. Not many men like workaholic women, I guess. But the number of them is increasing in my life now. The more I've grown, the more people I met have somethings in common with me. I love that. I built my circle not just in real life but also on social networks. I love those circles, they protected me. I've hidden so many times behind many types of wall. They are a kind of wall to me, though.