It's days like these- no, times like this when I start to wonder... what is my meaning in life?
Days when I'm sitting on a water-logged sheet I hastily pulled out of the dryer before I hopped into my car and drove here, times when I'm drinking champagne out of an empty water bottle since I didn't have time to retrieve a proper glass.
Days when I just don't care about how sloppy and unkempt my hair is, and when I don't care that my makeup is smeared and messed up- which is exceptionally rare for a lady of my likes. Days where I can see the dark, thundering black masses of storm clouds rolling in.
They're heavy, intimidating, and seemingly ready to pour their rain down on me, yet I just sit here and continue on with my drinking. It's a day like this, an evening like this, once more a time like this, (seems my drink is beginning to get to me) where these questions decide to rack and worm their ways into my brain out of the blue.
I can't really say why though. Perhaps it's the way the shimmering dark blue waves of the ocean furl up and crash onto the sandy white shore of which I sit upon. Stretching out towards me as the scattered specks of cream-colored foam fade away.
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Riptide
FanfictionThe ocean is undoubtedly one of Rarity's favorite places. To he,r it's a kind of escape from her worries and responsibilities. A way to detach herself from reality and live in her own world for a bit. So after a long day of school mixed with her tir...
