Speak Slow, Tell Me More

I had it all figured out. I knew exactly who I was, where I was, what was going to happen.

I never fell for those stupid stories. I didn't believe in "Once upon a time", and I wasn't going to look for a happy ending.

I was going to rescue myself from my own dragon. Make myself a ladder and climb out of the tower. Bitchslap the ugly stepsisters, just get myself a new glass slipper.

And then that one revolution flipped a bitch on my solution.

I thought I knew everything. The one thing I didn't know was that actually, I knew nothing.