I should be considered your best friend. You use me for ten months and I make your lives easier. Sometimes I feel unappreciated because I get tossed everywhere. Like today for example. Let me tell you about my horrible day today...
I was hanging on your back just like any other school day and then I got swung into the backseat of a car. I don't mind the ride homes because they are peaceful. I don't have to worry about the weight I'm holding in me and I get to relax on a comfy cushon - rather than the hard dirty floor. Anyways, my owner decided to forget me in the car! The whole night I was freezing. My material became coarse, ragged, and uneven. The weather affects me physically and mentally. Physically because when I get rained on or wet from the rain on the ground I get dirty. I hate being dirty because I don't look presentable for the other bags I am around five days-a-week. This affects me mentally, I feel grotesque. So please take care of me better, please?
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Today I was injured. I am furious. I cannot explain the anger I have towards my owner. I understand I do a great job in holding weight, but i'm only material. How much weight do you expect for me to hold? I was ripped today on the shoulder handle because I could not hold the excessive weight that was in me. I tried so hard to hold together, but i failed. It hurt, the stitching just tearing away while I was concious. It was a horrendous pain. Undescribable. If I had to describe the pain I would say for a human to rip their own arm out while being concious. I am enraged with anger with my ownder for not taking care of me. After all I do for her, she could just allow me to be put in a position like that. No care in the world for the bag on her back, for the bag that relieves her arms from those burdensome books.
No care.
No care.
No care.
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What a relief! I thought because I tore yesterday I would be thrown in the trash. We'll I wasn't. I was repaired instead. I feel like a completely new bag today. The stitching somewhat hurt. The needles were screaming with joy as they pierced through me..I heard them. They were laughing at me for not being strong enough, but I didn't care. I was just blessed that i was being renewed. In fact today I feel stronger and refreshed. I feel great, I feel new and I am ready for any book that tries to destroy me again.
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Being a bag means a lot of different things. I hold your belongings for you, I get dirty all the time, I get thrown everywhere, and I GET DIRTY ALL THE TIME. When I am dragged on the floor it irratates me because the floor is dirty. When I am placed on the floor it irratates me beacuse the floor is dirty. Why can't you place me behind your chair? You CAN wash me. So why don't I ever get washed? I love being washed. I just got re-fixed and I feel great about myself, so how about the suggestion of giving me a bath too?
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Diary,
This is my last page in you. I'm upset that our journey has come to an end. Writing in you about my feelings has relieved me in many ways. In my position, no human can comprehend the mountains of feelings within me. From being tossed around to torn up, no one understands that i need a break too. Eventually i will not be good enough for use, i know that. I have accepted that. My time will come to an end the way every living thing on this planets will. I ask myself why it has to be this way though. As much as i have complained about the dirty floors, the heavy weight, and the tossing around, i have also realized within these pages that those things are the things i love most. I love every single part of it because those things are what makes me who i am. Those things differ me from something i am not to the bag that i am. When i was first bought, i had sat on a shelf for weeks prior to that. The joy i felt when my owner purchased me is incommunicable. The second i was carried out of that store, the breeze on my body, the smell of the air, it was beautiful. It was a new life, a life i was ready for, a life i enjoyed. I know my days are coming to an end soon, i've been used for almost three years. Maybe when it is my time to go, the new life i recieve will be just as beautiful as the life i served for my owner.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
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It has to be the same object every day to create a complete character development. Pick one, and may I suggest it not be the toilet seat. EW.
ReplyDeleteLol!! Oh darn, okay. Should i delete the other ones and re-do everything or just start tomorrow using one of the three above?
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ReplyDeleteVery interesting perspective! I like the fact that the bag is saying all this to it's owner. The poor little bag, I really felt sorry for it while I was reading your this, especially when you mentioned how the other bags were making fun of it for being weak. I don't see how you think your writing is bad, I thought it was very creative.
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