CINDERELLA IN RAGS

Last night, I felt like Cinderella at the ball, meeting her Prince Charming for the very first time. There's something magical that happens when the stars come out; something quite fairytale-like. Unfortunately, this Cinderella ALSO didn't get home before the clock struck midnight. Alas, the magic disappears and I am able to see much clearer in daylight. Today, I go back to being "nerdy asshole" (as Ben so eloquently puts it). Who am I kidding? No use in wishing upon someone else's star. There's nothing for my Prince to remember me by. At least Cinderella left behind a glass slipper... I have left behind nothing.