Why is it so hard. I should be having fun. But im constantly being used over and over again. I strive to give people amusement but it’s so hard. I end up getting dizzy. I’m spinning over and over again. It’s almost like the world doesn't stop spinning. After a long day I try to close my eyes but it’s so much worse. Sometimes, I love lighting up, even when I’m not spinning. It lightens up my mood. It doesn’t seem to get easier I guess. I just wish I was something else, you know? Like, a pen. I would have so much life in me. Or maybe a tree. Blowing in the wind, Just relaxing. I could spend the winter resting and come back in the spring, spreading joy to those looking for a new life. Maybe my life isn’t so bad. I'm so colorful and every time I’m spun, I see their blurry smiles spreading across their faces. It’s what I was made to be. Hey, atleast im not a pencil, constantly being used and grinded down, not having my head put in that awful sharpener. That makes me happy. I guess...