Mir Scheißegal

I just keep remembering your hands
And I just keep thinking about how this is never going to end
I just keep hearing the things that you’re saying,
But Im not taking any of it in.

I want to be famous.
Not like that ‘Once fucked, Twice Fried’ famous.
That famous that actually means something.
That inspiring-educating-informative-self realizing way.

I want to be noticed.
I know I am already.
But I want to be noticed for something,
Something important.

There are things I have to remember about the exchange year.
Mostly catch phrases.
Like:

‘We’re not Alcoholics, We’re exchange students’
‘Is that a porno or a music video?’
’Morning!’
’I will be happy, damnit.’

Stuff like that.

Im so fucking confused.
I mean, I don’t know if I want to leave.
I don’t know if I like him.
I don’t know whats going on.
And I really need to get some air.

In the sense of I need to get out,
Just talk to a friend that would understand.
But those don’t exist here.
Thinking about it, they didn’t really exist in Canada either.
There was no one person that knew Everything.
There was a bunch of people that knew a bunch of little things.
And if they pieced it all together, they still wouldn’t know the half of it.

I hate how weak I’ve become.