I’ve always felt like music shapes the way I breathe. Rock was the first thing that made me feel truly alive. I remember discovering Nirvana by accident, and suddenly the whole world seemed louder, sharper, more honest. Then came Hole, with all their raw energy that made me want to scream my own truth, and The Cure, whose dreamy melancholy still follows me on late-night walks. But I’m not tied to one world. I love pop just as much. Lady Gaga feels like pure confidence wrapped in glitter and neon; her songs remind me that strength can be beautiful, dramatic, and fun. Sometimes I jump from heavy guitars to bright synths in the same playlist, and it never feels strange. Music doesn’t ask me to choose sides. It just lets me be exactly who I am, loud and soft at the same time.

I’ve always liked standing out, in the best way possible. There’s something exciting about looking into the mirror and seeing a version of myself that feels true, bright, and a little daring. I dyed my hair in all kinds of colors—deep red, pastel blue, even soft lavender. Each shade felt like a small celebration of who I was becoming. Piercings followed naturally. The tiny flash of metal, the quiet confidence it gave me—none of it ever shocked people the way I expected. Instead, they smiled, curious and warm, as if my choices made the world around us a bit more colorful. And clothes… that’s my favorite part. I love dressing up: layered skirts, bold accessories, chunky boots, or delicate lace depending on my mood. People never got scared or uncomfortable. They often complimented me, telling me I brighten the day just by being myself. Being a little different doesn’t set me apart in a bad way—it connects me to others. It feels like freedom, and like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

I’ve always believed that kindness is a quiet strength, something you carry inside without needing anyone to notice. People say they feel calm around me, and maybe that’s true — I simply enjoy being gentle with the world. I love the softness in every living thing, the way a person’s eyes brighten when someone treats them with warmth, the way small acts of care can change an entire day. Helping others never feels like a burden. It’s more like breathing, something natural that happens without effort. Whether someone needs a comforting word, a bit of support, or just someone to listen, I’m always there. I can’t walk past someone who seems lost or overwhelmed; my heart reacts before my mind even thinks. I don’t expect anything in return. Kindness isn’t a trade — it’s a way of living that makes life bigger, softer, more meaningful. And even if the world can be harsh sometimes, I choose to meet it with understanding. It’s who I am, and it makes me feel whole.

I’ve always felt connected to the land around me, as if every hill and river knows my name. When I walk through the dense pine forests, the air feels sharper, almost sweet, carrying the scent of earth and resin. I love the way morning fog curls around the mountains, softening their edges until they look like something out of an old legend. Sometimes I sit by a wide, slow river, watching the sunlight break into tiny silver pieces on the water. The fields are my favorite in late afternoon, when the wind moves through the tall grass like a quiet voice telling stories I somehow understand. And when I climb higher—up rocky paths that twist between cliffs and small villages—I feel completely free. Nature here is wild but gentle, ancient but alive. Every time I return to these landscapes, I feel like I’m returning to myself.

I will be very happy!

Happy New Year! I'm glad I started streaming here. I've met a lot of great people. In the New Year, I'll continue to try to delight you with new and interesting things. Kisses!