It's scorched

I always know why I do so and why I think so.

I used to run away, from responsibility, by keeping myself alone.

You see, people are connected to each other, once they communicate, once they are somehow close to each other.

People are busy body. You can never not care about anything or any person around you. You just can't help think, can't help feels like wanna say out loud. Despite how true is your fact, you know you should just keep your mouth shout, for reasons, like thousands and billions of them.

I accidentally turn the stove to greater heat while cleaning the stove. Consequently, that pot of meat is scorched. You know old people, they are very thrifty. My mom said she wanna pick up those on top which were not burnt, I said no, this thing is harmful to the body. Later, dad's back. Seeing him picking up the meat while I'm washing dishes doesn't feel right. And I can't help blaming myself since then. 

I can still smell burnt on my body now.

Excuse me... DAMN ME!!!

appreciate life,