Countdown to a breakdown

Tomorrow night is photography class. I've mulled over things all week, and after much thought, I've decided I'm turning in the damned photograph. You guys were right -- fuck her.

I'm sure everyone will hate me for it, and everyone will feel sorry for her. But that's okay.
She got the sympathy.
She got the class behind her.

But I got the fucking shot.
Game over.


This is Funky, and that is all.