This isn’t a Gaga appreciation post. This is something a little more personal. I don’t come here to rave about Gaga’s latest performance or red carpet look. I come here to share my life—and maybe find someone out there who gets it. I’ve been thinking a lot about why I return to this space during certain moments in my life. Maybe it’s because writing here feels like talking to someone who might actually understand. Maybe even someone who sees themselves in these words. For years, I’ve watched Gaga express raw emotion on stage, listened to her lyrics that seem to echo my own thoughts—and somehow, through her, I’ve learned more about myself. It’s human nature, isn’t it? We learn by watching others feel. Lately, my life has changed in a big way. I started my own business. I work on my own terms, set my own hours, choose my clients. It’s the freedom I always wanted—and yet, something still feels missing. Some days are amazing. Others feel like I’m stuck in slow motion, unable to do anything but sit in front of the TV. Maybe it’s boredom. Maybe it’s something deeper. I don’t have the answer yet—but Gaga’s music helps me look for it. Her songs have this way of pulling me back to myself. There’s something about the rawness of her voice, the way her words seem to reach right through the air and touch something deep inside me. When I listen to her, it’s like a veil lifts and I can finally see things more clearly—my thoughts, my feelings, my confusion. It’s as if she’s been through the same storm and, in sharing her story, I find a map to navigate my own. In those quiet, uncertain moments when I don’t know what I’m feeling or where I’m headed, I wish I could talk to her. Not as a fan asking for an autograph or a photo, but as someone just searching for something—anything—real. I imagine what she might say: What advice would she offer? Would she understand the chaos inside my head? Would she listen without judgment? I guess it’s the comfort of thinking that maybe she’s been there too—lost, unsure, but still searching for answers. Since I can’t reach her in that way, I come here, I write. It’s not about the likes or comments. It’s about the act of letting it out. In some strange way, it feels like therapy. I write these words because I’m not sure where else to put them, and somehow, sharing them with this space—this community—feels like an answer I might be looking for, even if it’s not the one I expected. When I first posted here, I dreamed she might read it. That maybe—just maybe—she’d reply. But she never did. And eventually, I stopped writing. Now, from time to time, I’m back. Because even if none of you know me, writing still helps. Maybe it’s easier that way. I know it sounds naïve to think she’d see this. I even thought about starting a contest to win a video call with her. Of course, it never happened. I was chasing a moment that was never really possible. Gaga is someone extraordinary. And while I believe she has a beautiful soul, the truth is—she can’t have deep, personal conversations with every fan. This industry doesn’t work that way. I’ve fantasized about bumping into her at a grocery store and striking up a conversation, like two regular people. But she’s not a regular person—and I don’t live in her world. That realization hurts. Because for a while, I believed we could connect in real life, not only through music. So here I am, writing this down. Letting it out. And now, I’ll put my headphones back on, play her music, and keep searching for whatever it is I’m looking for. Thank you all for reading, Carlotta. P.S. I know the picture has nothing to do with what I wrote, but I liked it a lot and her Coachella performance was absolutely amazing, so I had to put it in here :)