Some part of me was f*cked up, that much I knew. My life wasn't supposed to be like this. My mother had plans for me. I was going to take over the modeling company, and make it big. But that never happened. It started when we moved to LA from Sweden. Nobody liked me and "my stupid accent". That was the least mean thing they said to me. Oh, well, I'll live with it. Or I'll live with Just A Cut.All Rights Reserved