Trinket 3, Day 4 - Treated Worse than Dirt

I am but a lonely plastic ball. My intended purpose of creation was to be a practice golf ball, to be swung at with passion and lounging in the intense sunlight. Instead, I have been treated like dirt, maybe even worse. I am paid no attention as I sit in the bottom of my owner's backpack. At least he takes the time to actually empty any dirt he finds in his bag. I dent very easily, for I am made of plastic, but even if I were made of steel, it would not protect my heart from being broken by the negligence of my owner. I must stay strong, however, because I know that in three weeks I will be with someone else, and hopefully he or she will show me the compassion and attention I deserve.