There is blood on the stage but they're still singing,
I mean, it's not real blood of course, just a tiny plastic bottle for Macbeth or Hamlet or whatever shitty play the budding thespians at this school decided to do this year, but yeah about the bottle it was luck, pure luck that got me there right on time for me to run in and grab it for two bucks at the grocery store five minutes before they closed, I had to ignore Mandy bitching in her uglyass hot pink Mercedes about how I always take forever and I waste her gas and why doesn't she just go, I'll probably get the wrong one anyway cus I'm just a loser fuck-up who has to hang around her and her friends because even as a fucking senior I can't get anyone to like me, but she lied though, I have Tom and Andy, yeah they're scum bag pot heads who spend their weekends smoking blunts and listening to techno music but they like me or at least tolerate me so whatever, they're good enough, at least for now until graduation and I go to community college if they let me in cus anyway because my grades suck so much I got held back twice, not that it's my fault, I'm just failed potential, I've always wondered what happens when you lose potential, it's not exactly like losing blood or losing keys, you know that those things are still on Earth somewhere but potential, where does that go, maybe the same place love goes after it's shriveled up and died, I mean with blood and keys, you can find that shit or regain it or whatever, but with potential, once you've lost it,
it's gone.
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