I’m a black pen ink cartridge and I’m really usefull for students and workers. Everybody loves to use me, I’m in a lot of places and when people want to write something they always search for me. That’s why my life make sense, and I’m really glad when I achieve my purpose.
But there is some times that I feel pretty sad, that is when I’m used to writting essay which is not so pleasant for me and for my owner. I’m extremely sad when I found myself empty and I’m going to the dust bin after the essay is finished.