Birthdate: February seventh
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Favorite Color: PinkSparklyCamouflage
Favorite Type of Music: Country
Favorite Song: Right now, it's "I Wish" by One Direction.
Favorite Musical Artists by Genre:
Lady Antebellum, Scotty McCreery, George Strait, Rascal Flatts, Reba, Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Miranda Lambert, and many more!
One Direction, Rihanna, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift (She's not a country artist. She's pop.), The Wanted, Ke$ha, Bruno Mars, Travie McCoy, Gym Class Heroes, and Megan Nicole
Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Eminem
All American Rejects
Black Veil Brides
Rock 'n' Roll:
Guns and Roses
Favorite Movie: Disney's Beauty and the Beast
Favorite T.V. Show: Pretty Little Liars or Power Puff Grils
"It's kind of fun to do the impossible."
- Walt Disney (1901-1966)
My name is Klaudya. Well, not really. Klaudya is more of a...pseudonym or alias or alternate personality. Yes, Klaudya is an alternate personality. Klaudya is really the darker side of me. The side that feels deeper. Klaudya isn't as innocent as the real person. Klaudya is all of my secrets, my thought, my feelings. The real person isn't the whole person.
Music. The literal definition is: The art or science of combining vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion. The reality of it is that it is one of the most powerful forces on Earth. It can bring joy or sorrow, pain or healing. It's kept me from forcing myself out of this wretched world.
Words. Words are my Kryptonite. They can create, break, heal, and kill. Words can take you to another world, but they can also destroy everything you've ever believed in. Words can bring confidence, but they can also bring insecurity. Words, alone, can't hurt. But when they are strung together in a sentence, they can kill you. It's funny, really. Everybody thinks that words, all words, are empty and don't mean anything. I know better than that. Words have driven me to thinking about suicide. Words have driven people to suicide. Words are more dangerous than any gun or blade. Words are like a bomb that will blow at any moment. Words are powerful.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the bruises will fade away. But words, they hurt, inflict, and wound, killing me every day.
Add my effing fantabulistic cousin Bellah.AssKicker!
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