bellasuberballablogg

I sverige finns det inga gentlemen.
I italien finns det gentlemen.
I sverige skrattar man inte s¨myket.
I italien skrattar man mycket.
Här handlar allt om hur långt man kan gå.
Där bryr man sig inte alls.
Här bryr man sig om sitt utseende extremt.
 Där finns inte skönheten bara på utsidan,Utan insidan.
Jag vill vara där jag hör hemma.

                       
                                                                              sahar ser jag ut, torr torr torr

imorgon far jag och min familj till ett stalle som heter Zeta som ligger ute pa Frankrikes kust, dar ar vi i nagra dagar och myser.

Nagon kastade godis pa mig nyss! , ar det nagon som vill ha?

Ser bara massa ungdomar i min alder som har med sig sina vanner hit.. och jag blir sa avis ju!
annars ar det skitmat har, bara skrap . Har ingen aning om vad jag ska skriva,det ar lite tomt.
Vadret ar mulet & regnigt , sa var det igar oxa.
Bortsett fran allt det sa ar Barcelona eller Spanien helt underbart!
Btw, jag kommer hem ungefar den 24 Juli ,
de som vill ses nar jag har kommit hem , kommentera har nere!
Have a good fucking time

 
 Det ar det har jag lyssnar pa hela dagarna,sjukt bra!  enjoy ! :)

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you want to cry

Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone

Already gone, already gone, already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone

I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone

Igâr morse hamnade jag i Barcelona,ântligen!
Paris var ingen hòjdare tycker jag.
Igar sov jag nastan hela dagen, vid 4 gick jag och familjen ner till stranden
som finns bara 300 m ifran varat hotell!
Dar lag jag hela dagen idag oxá :D
Umgicks faktiskt med nagra engelsmán bland annat, trevliga (som jag inte kommer ihág namnen pá haaha.)
Om 10 min ska jag ata spaghetti med rakor, hoppas pa att det ar gott ( ar ovanligt hungrig -.- )
Loggar in mer i veckan och skriver :)
Hejdá Beatiful <3