Rarity was known for being quite meticulous in many uses of her time, but not all. Who was not allowed to be a little careless now and then, when it concerned matters that deserved nothing more?
So not every thought to cross Rarity’s head made it into her diary. She made sure to at least write something in it every single day, so as to keep a map of her life with… reasonable completion—she was going to be quite famous one day, and surely then everybody would want to know all about her—but surely not every little thing was worth remembering. And of course, some days she felt more of a writing mood than others.
Fortunately, there was another diary in the house, and occasionally it filled in some of the gaps left in Rarity’s. This one was not quite as neat, and the writing inside not quite so pretty, but in the story of Rarity’s thirteen pages, two from this other diary deserve mention.
This is the first one.
Rarity made a new friend the other day. Her name’s Sunset, I think…? I haven’t spoken to her much, so I don’t know her very well. It’s like Rarity won’t leave her alone even for a second!
Ugh.
I think Rarity said she’s from out of town, so I guess it makes sense she’s getting lots of help and stuff, but it’s kind of annoying. Whenever I see them together, Rarity’s all smiley and giggly and happy, but it’s like she doesn’t want to share any of that with me. Stupid Sunset. What’s so cool about her?
My hand’s starting to cramp. How does Rarity write like this for so long?