Rarity goes through her day, everything is fine, everything is perfect and Rarity isn't lying to herself at all. Any evidence to the contrary is fabricated. A lady never cries. A lady never breaks down.
A lady could use some help.
Everything isn't behind her. Not yet.

An experiment in writing by a cranky musician.
I'm not a writer so if you have a suggestion to fix this thing, I'm all ears. Thanks and have a good one.