After Obsession

Home is where the heart is.

Attention, people talking about me: I. Am. Right. Here.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she’s a hero.

Boys are stupid. That's all there is to it. Boys are just stupid.

There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing.

Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home.

I'll have you eating healthy eventually. Probably so. Seems like I'll do about anything for you.

I had to keep telling her I'd promised not to let her violate me.

It's going to come to fists eventually.

A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?

Not ugly for someone her age, but what she's doing with those numbers and letters seem unholy.

Finally the bell rings and the teenage Pavlovian dogs mosve to the next kennel.