My family goes on without me while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don't know how I got there. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun.
I had a choice. I could leave the runway and let my inner model die of shame, or I could pick myself up, flaws and all, and finish. And that's just what I did. When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep on walking.