The Contents of My Pencil Case

The Contents of My Pencil Case

Many people don’t think a lot about their pencil case. It’s just a fabric container for your pens, pencils, markers etc. But I think my pencil case is more than just someplace to hold the various items I use in school. My pencil case represents my life in a lot of ways. If anyone were to look at my pencil case, they would see a jumble of pens, pencils, way too many highlighters and an assortment of other items all thrown together into a black mesh case that’s stapled at the side with a key ring on the zipper. But when I look at it, I see something more than that.
The first thing that jumps out at me is how unorganised and cluttered my pencil case is. Everything is just thrown in there, most of which I don’t even use or need. But I still keep it, because I hate throwing things away. I always think I can find another use for them. I think like this in all other aspects of my life: my wardrobe is full of clothes I haven’t worn in years, but they still hang there; my drawers are full of odd bits and pieces that could maybe be made into something new and all the magazines I have bought are in a pile beside the door, waiting to come in handy someday. I can safely say I got this trait from my grandfather, who is a huge hoarder of anything he can get his hands on.
When I look more closely at the contents of my pencil case, I can count 11 pencils. This is madness, especially as I only use three of them. The rest are either broken or I don’t like them. But instead of fixing them, I try to ignore them. This shows that in life, I don’t like facing up to my problems, instead I try to ignore them. But they, like my pencils, will never go away unless I deal with them.
As well as pencils, I also have a wide collection of pens. These include the typical red, blue and black pens that everyone has, but I also have small, scented, coloured pens. These are extremely fun to play with, and I sometimes get carried away decorating a page or my journal. Because these pens are different...

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