Teenage Turmoil Understander Pillows

"Dear Ask Sadie, My mom is always nagging me to clean my room. I don't see why I should have to. I like it the way it is. I don't nag at her for having a clean room, because I know that's how she likes it. How can I get her to just let me be?" "Excellent question. The thing is, it's your mother's job to shape you into a respectable person." "If you think 'being you' includes being dirty, that means you're a dirty, slovenly filth-beast..." "...who will end up alone and miserable because no liv

Rage.

'You know they've reached puberty when they're more interested in Dr. Ruth than Babe Ruth.'

"They're at that age where it's only cool to wag ironically."

'Teachers' Dreams.' 'Young man, either you remove your hand from under her sweater or I will remove it your arm.'

"Nicole, Kyle, would you guys burn my yearbook?"

'My Social Worker said SOCIETY is to blame for my loutish behaviour, which came as an enormous relief to me.'

'Mother knows best, Dear, so stop rolling your eyes.'

'I think I'm beginning to understand what sex is all about.'

"This zit is growing way out of control!"

'Dad, will you tell me about the prat falls of dating?'

"I kept dropping my phone and cracking the screen. So, my parents bought me a thicker cover."

'Don't try and act cool by saying it's the blood of the undead, we both know it's acne.'

"You're about to enter a semi-autonomous region of this house."

"Baldo, I'm sorry! Tia Carmen's friend Maria left this book here by accident. Silly me, I thought it was yours! Ha ha ha!"

"Look dude, if you like a girl...you gotta move fast!"

"I don't understand how all the girls grew taller over the summer!"

"It's Saturday lunch time, Dear...of course there's something horrible fermenting under the...our teenage son!"

"Don't mess with him - he's a hard bastard. . . !"

Rebel without a pause...and another ting I'm not going to put up with blah!blah!blah!

'I don't have a bad attitude! I can't help it if everything sucks!'

"My boss is always telling me what to do."

"How real is your fake ID?"

"Cheer up. Your dad had so many pimples in high school, we played connect-the-dots on his yearbook photo."

'It feels like days!'

'It's not fair!'

"Uh-oh...I better get home. My dad's gonna want a good explanation for being late."

'Whoa, you look so cool right now.'

'I've got so many people telling me what to do, I might as well be in the army.'

"Baldo, what would you do if there was a girl who never left you alone?"

'Hello Childline... my parents just don't rock.'

'Do you have to be so bloody wonderful? I'd like something to kick against.'