(Once morning arrives, Sunset lazily climbs out of bed.)
SUNSET: Well, another day of sadness and regret for my actions.
(She goes into her bathroom and starts up the first part of her morning routine, which is brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, and putting her deodorant on. Then she goes back into her bedroom, opens her closet, and rumages for what to wear for today. Once she grabs her outfit of the day, she changes out of her pjs and gets herself dressed. After all of that is done, she goes into her kitchen to make herself breakfast. It doesn’t really matter what she has for breakfast; her decisions are random. But one thing is constant all the time, she has coffee as her drink. While she gets her coffee ready, she makes her breakfast.)
(Sunset then notices her diary sitting on the kitchen table. She sighs.)
SUNSET: I might as well write about how yesterday went.
(Once she grabbed her breakfast and coffee, she sat down and started writing in her diary. In between sentences, she takes a bite out of her frozen pancakes smothered in syrup and takes a sip out of her coffee.)
SUNSET: (voiceover, while writing in her diary) Dear Diary, yesterday was mostly depressing as ever. I literally had no friends to talk to, not even any of my brand new ones from Canterlot High. (It hurts me to mention or even write the name of the school.) I spent most of my day inside my apartment, crying, because I didn’t want to go outside and expose myself against society. But I ultimately had to. My body needed some fresh air, even though I didn’t want to. I went to the local cafe for dinner, but not even that lifted my spirits. I cried while inside the restaurant. A few minutes later, I paid for my meal and left the cafe, and went on a walk in which I didn’t care where I went. My feet just did the walking. I ended up in a park, where I met a weird, and yet mischievous, creature. He tried cheering me up, but it didn’t work. I basically paid no attention to him, because not even a stranger cheering me up was going to lift my spirits up. I simply need somebody to talk to. Anybody. I get so lonely all alone here. And I pray to Celestia that I hope I find that someone. I hope you understand. Yours very truly, Sunset Shimmer.
(She signs her name in her finest cursive, and then closes it and locks it with a key and lock that came with the diary. As with everyone else who has a diary, she did not want a single soul reading it.)
SUNSET: Well, now that that’s taken care of, I’ll just see what’s on the news.
(She moves over to the living room, sits on her sofa, grabs her remote, and turns on her flat screen TV. She then switches the channel over to the local news station. She watches the broadcast to see what’s new and what to watch out for. And also she waited for the weather. However, she didn’t care about the sports. She usually tunes out the TV and waits for the rest of the news towards the end of the broadcast.)
(You think you could list the news topics that Sunset could be seeing?)