the pencil and me

p(encil)-im sad.

me-*looks up*...now why would that be?

p-you dont need me anymore. always busy typing on those stupid keys. *tries to roll away, but not too hard*

me-umm, are we really having this conversation?

p-*slumps around*...

me-alright, fine. it stands to reason that you'de be glum. everyone else is.

p-really?....*curious*

me-yehp, all this talk about the future is depressing.

p-parents eh?

me-*shrug* ... yes

p-well, do what i do.

me-what?..shave myself out of existence?... i dont think self-destruction is the way out...

p-whatever works for you... i dont get you people.... always whining bout something

me-i dont get me either...

p-see, and theres no limit to your self-obsession either..hmmpf

me-wonder why you wanna be friends with me then

p-ohh thats just cuz theres no one better around, i looked

me-hmm, really? i thought it was cuz i was the funniest

p-haha, dont crack me up.. the only hilarious thing is your utter lack of awareness

me-seems someone is a Bartimaeus fan... sharp

p-sometimes being mean is what catches your eye, i know your type

me-you mean im attracted to negativity?

p-we're still talking arent we?

me-old stub of lead.. you may have a point

p-another thing, your handwritings horrible

me-and its relevance would be?

p-that im happy without you... go ..tap away...see if i care

Brain finally pops back in, fresh from vacation in Maldives:-to say-

how often has it happened that we start out by wanting something, be mean to the person who doesnt give it, and then pretend we dont want it and are better without it. typical.