Think I’m the only person who understood Gaga’s Grammy get up. Her single is about being “Born This Way” and she arrived in an egg, “hatched”, and performed in nude latex to simulate being naked and newly born. SEE, IT DOES MAKE SENSE.
Gaga-haters just don’t have the creative mental capacity to understand her.
I ask myself if it’s ever worth it. The work I put into something, the life I put into it. I never do things with half-effort. When I do something, I commit to it, and if it’s doesn’t work, then it usually crashes in a fiery explosion from the intensity. But usually in the end, I can at least say, “I tried.”
I wonder what’s real in this world, I wonder WHO is real. Is anyone for real? Are we ever real? We say one thing, we do another. We give people the best advice in the world, and yet when it’s time to take care of our own lives, we wander around blind as if we have no idea what to do. What sense does that make?
When I get confused, when I don’t know what to do, or when I’m just… at a loss of what to do, of what is real, and what is worth it… I look at him, I think of him, and I hold onto him. He was worth it, he is real, and what we have is the realest, most solid thing I could ever hold onto. Sometimes I wonder how I ever breathed without him. It’s not easy… we’re not easy, and we are everything you’re not supposed to be, but at the same time, nothing could ever be so right. And I never want to let go.