Just took my shirt off because I thought Brexit finally happened turns out I was wrong so I put it back on in shame as my close relatives and friends stared in disbelief. I felt like a failure, like all I had ever done leading up to it was no longer worth it, needless to say I wanted to die. Right then and there a tear rolled down my face and as those who I thought cared for me laughed as I ran away to my masterbation shed. Id just like to say that taking your shirt off isn't always freeing because now I'm locked in my shed left forever to think about that day.