Abuse
“she’s pathetic”
She wanted to be loved.
“she cries all the bloody time”
I was upset.
“she keeps walking into things”
I have bruises from your fists.
“she will never be anything”
I’m trapped. By you.
She has no voice. ” you’ve stolen it”
WORK • PLAY • POSE
my name is JULIA-ROSE SUTTIE. I AM A STUDENT, BLOGGER AND MODEL. THIS IS MY PERSONAL BLOG. THE ONE PLACE WHERE THE WORLD REALLY DOES REVOLVE AROUND ME!
Life.
Life has been so stressful.
Been working. Studying. Worrying.
Prelims are coming up soon. There’s no time to study!!!
On top of all the stress about work. Prelims. And finals. I’m dieting and exercising for up coming photoshoots and the matric dance. A BIG thing for me. I’m sure all my friends are sick of hearing anything about our matric dance.
I am super excited about that though. Have my dress, can’t believe it. Have my date, woop woop. Who has his suit, shirt and shoes. There’s quiet a bit I must still do but it coming together.
Running behind on work, on my blog and on life in general. Soon school will be over and I will have a life and live it how I want. I hope.
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Untitled No2, (Sunday 22 July)
The pain begins.
The pain in her back.
The ache in her heart.
The screams from her soul.
The tears from God.
He is gone.
Forced or not, he should have been born.
Untitled, (Sunday 22 July)
She walked out alone.
Coat in hand.
A hand that should be carrying a soul.
A hand that should be filled with another.
A hand that should pick up a little boy when he falls.
A hand that should wipe away the tears.
A hand that should fix his hair.
A hand that should fill that empty tummy.
A hand that should never have signed that form.
A letter of thanks
It lies there. Alone.
Broken and scared.
They come and go,
Stepping upon it.
Leaving nothing more than foot prints
And pain in her heart.
Till he comes along.
Lies he’s heart down next to hers and
Brushes off the foot prints.
Now is the time she will come alive,
Fight like she has never before.
Her heart has been loved.
Her soul has been fed.
Thank you.
9:35 am 29 May, Tuesday
I sit here alone
as the world goes on without me.
The screaming in my head
becomes like waves crashing against my ear drums.
How dare you say you know me.
How dare you say its best for me.
How dare you sit on your thrown
and point your crooked finger at me.
Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me(right)
Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me!!(right)
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mommy and me:)
2011 prom
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