You know, when I was younger I used to have the sharpest pencils and I would get praised for it And I would get good grades so I got extra praised
Now I can't be bothered to sharpen my pencil anymore, it's usually always dull and coincidentally I get some bad grades now and I get scolded for it and uh yeah
I know this doesn't mean anything but I can't help but wonder how this feels like a metaphor or some symbolic thing for my life


















