What am I #2: Chapter 1

I usually fold in a game of cards

I'll go anywhere you wish... just specify

I collect things like stamps, paper or inked

I can hold papers, glitter, confetti... take your pick

I definitely wrinkle easily...

I hate the rain or any liquid... makes me soft and vulnerable

It's a shame no one treats me with care...

I get torn up and thrown away...

and then start all over again

What am I?