Day 1:

Today's a nice day in the woods it's relaxing but there are noises in the distance. For the past few days  weird things have been going on. Fellow trees are falling and being taken away, the machines are making there way through the woods day by day. I don't know where they are going to take me once they cut me down, rumors are going around and they don't sound good. Hopefully nothing bad happens to me. 

Day 2:
Today the machines got to me, I don't understand why but they cut me down. They loaded me onto a truck to take me somewhere but I don't know where I am going. I am scared.

Day 3
I just arrived to something called a "paper mill" It doesnt sound fun. They are unloading me and the rest of the trees from the truck and putting us in the mill. In the mill they are going to Debark me and cut me into boards, whatever is left of me will be made into wood chips that will be placed into "pulp digesters" which will make me into pulp. after I am made into pulp My cellulose fibers will be bonded together to form paper.

Day 4:
Today I was packaged and set up for delivery. They will transfer me to Stores, schools, and offices where I will be used for notes, paperwork, etc.

Day 5:

its so cold in here, they threw me in this big blue bucket after they were done with me. I don't know where they are going to take me. there is a lot of other paper in here too, were supposed to be "recycled" but i dont know what that means. we are all really scared, hopefully its not as bad as the debarking.

Day 6:
what is de-inking? it sounds painful. Me and the other paper are still worried, this recycling plant seems worse then the wood mill. Why can't I just be in the forest? they are going to re pulp me to remove harmful chemicals and waste. i feel weaker already, every time I am recycled the fibers that hold me together get weaker and weaker. I can be recycled up to 7 times then my life is over. I don't want to have to come back to this place

Day 75:
my time is coming to an end, this is my seventh time in the mill. next i have to go to the landfill. i feel so weak and i am so tired. why couldn't I just stay a tree?