books and papers.
tests and quizzes.
pencils and erasers.
my childhood days only consisted of those things.
they told me that if i were to study hard at a young age,
i would succeed in the future.
i never knew what those words meant.
my parents just used them a lot.
sometimes a little too much.
instead of the other children, who spent their days playing,
i spend mine indoors at all times.
i was never jealous of other kids.
it just seemed like my parents were right about school.
that i should be studying at all times.
because my future depended on it.
