My car…
I was in my bed and I was thinking before getting to sleep… and I realized I don’t like my car anymore… I think I haven’t told you this before, but one day I found that someone has scratched the front a bit, without leaving a note or a telephone number. I think that was the beginning of my not liking my car. I felt my car has left me, it is no longer that nice baby it used to be. And now it turned out that there’s something wrong with the wheels as well, I have to buy new ones. Plus the Budapest roads… oh my. I feel I need a jeep to survive. So I think I’m gonna sell it. Too bad, I know, I was so excited about it for a while 
(from my Diary)