Slagt is a place for stupid, mean and ugly Swedish people. A place where dancing is nothing, and drinking is everything. Its a place where no one cares about anyone but themselves, and meeting new people? Hah! No, even if there might be someone there that you've never seen before, i guarantee that person doesnt want to talk to you. And if they, against all odds walks up to you, its because you have a nice ass and they wanna get laid. Theres always too many people everywhere, so you basically have to stand at the same spot all night, it reeks, its hot and its expensive.
Slagthuset is nothing to me.
Copenhagen is the place to be.
Its not that i regret last night, because the people i was with were all really nice. And we had fun, together. Its just the atmosphere of Slagthuset, and just any club here in Malmö that im allergic against. I dont belong here.
I belong,
across the ocean,
over the bridge,
where the lights are on all night long,
and where the smile never goes away,
i belong,
in the country of Denmark.
And im sure,
there was a mistake when i was born,
because i might have Sweden in my blood,
but our neighbor is in my heart.
Always <3
1 kommentar:
Så jävla bra inlägg älskling, jag förstår dig och jag håller verkligen med!! Jag förstår dig :) Jag var också på slagt igår och det är precis precis precis som du säger :) Jobb, pengar och Köpenhamn är vad som står högst upp på min lista! <3 Saknar dig, gott nytt år! Vi ses på torsdag och ta med min väska om du kan :)
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