Mr Pen.

Once upon a metaphorical retelling, there lived a pencil and a pen. Pencil had previously been quite depressed but she had managed to pick herself up and become once more the bland, stupid, introvert nobody that she had been before. Pen however, was a very handsome, talented, popular piece of stationery who drew extremely smooth lines. Everything Pen drew was final but everything Pencil drew could be erased and rewritten. One day, Pencil was looking through all the notes in the land of Studidesk (where they lived) and found a note in beautiful writing which read, :Today .. no, let me rephrase; everyday, I look at my lid to see a reflection of a useless nobody who is bland, stupid and introvert. Everytime I try calligraphy, it always screws up. Nobody cares about me. FML. -Pen."
After reading this, Pencil started crying. Not because Pen's warped despcription of himself fit Pencil's reality, but because Pencil knew that Pen was wrong. Pencil cared about him and this meant that stationery DID care about him. And they lived inanimately ever after. THE END.