"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
ialu asked: hello! I think it'll be interesting. One of my friends wrote a poem about Budapest, and I find it so nice :') Maybe you'd like to read it, here: slourp. com/2012/05/ budapest-poem. html
