Confessions

I confess I'm getting used to people's death...My parents yesterday told me my uncle passed away yesterday, my thought is that his life was prolonged by 30+ years after that accident thanks to people who have never given up him..and when he was dying, he was surrounded by people who care about and love him..His luck isn't that bad. weird..

I confess I can't really cook (I'm trying) One time, my parents got home tired from work, my brother tired from school, me as someone feeling sympathetic and a sudden weight of responsibility now lurking in my head, I cooked for them! Just basic eggs and loaf~ They were delighted with my consideration >< After I was done, I served it on the dining table and their expressions changed from "How thoughtful of her" to "What the fuck is this?" They expressed that they wouldn't eat the loafs because it was burnt to the extent of looking like hockey pucks. Not gonna lie, that crushed my soul, in the end I ate everything and they settled for ordering take out ; - ;

If it makes you feel better my mom told me the one thing she missed about me living with her was waking up to the smell of smoke at 2 am whenever i got hungry after staying up late