Day 3: My New Recycled State

My fibers have came together in a sheetlike form. I am now being dried and distributed into packages and shipped all around the world. I feel very strange and different. I arrive in a store called Staples and then thrown on a shelf where I sit there. Finally some one picks me up and brings me to the register where i am purchased and brought to a new home. I am thrown into a binder and brought to school where I written on. It feels weird and tickles. A pointy lead object being pushed against me. Then I realized what i was... paper! From paper i am thrown in the trash and recycled again multiple times until there is nothing left of me. Life from here on doesn't get any better.