A kiss of shame tempts me to question love.

Sitting in my mothers accord waiting to turn, i look to my left to notice a tractor trailer going about 65mph on this 45mph road. As she starts to pull out i think to myself "you should probably yell "OMG AN 18-WHEELER HAULIN ASS DOWN THE ROAD WATCH OUT!!"" or you can pull out and let this massive truck hit the side of your car, flip your car, smash you, mangle you, throw you out of the car.  The second option may sound bad, but before i saw the truck i was contemplating weather or not this hell hole of a town that some hicks call Argyle, would notice someones dissapearence.  Some people come up to me asking me where i've been for the past two years. and my response is always the same"stuck here in the abyss" their face gets puzzled and they go along the path as they had been.  I swear sometimes these imbasils i call my "friends" are so moronic, i don't know what to do with myself.  There are the select few that can have a decent conversation with being distracted by something.  Most of the conversations that you hear down the hallway "i don't understand why ......" or something that has to do with "your mom" thats so original i must say.  Or even my favorite "Who's gay...oh yeah i know, i saw them with so and so"...okay at this point i must say i am a hypocrite, i have caught myself in the act, but later on punish myself. ANYWAY. considering that these people have the brain capacity of a gerbil, they would probably not notice someone being gone. OR someone would come up with something like they moved to oregon, or was attacked by a rabid dolphin[yes dolphin]. Then sooner or later when for once they are not caught up in their own little dream world. They would discover the true result of the missing blue haired girl.