Let's get one thing straight: I didn't come here to hand out freebies. I didn't wake up today and decide, "Wow, the world needs more of my concern." No, what you're holding is the culmination of years of emotional budget cuts, spiritual downsizing, and giving fewer and fewer fucks until I was left with precisely one.
That's right. One. A single, lonely, undivided, utterly unremarkable "F."
What you do with it is up to you. Frame it. Burn it. Re-gift it to your boss. Just know this: once you turn the page, there's no going back.
Are you ready?
Turn the page, brave soul. The last F awaits.