The Darlings of Suburbia

Can I Tell You Something?

I visited Mark today.

He’s fine, I guess, unless you count the long gashes on his arms.

I asked him why he did it, and he said he didn’t know. I asked if it was stress and all he said was “Probably.”

“Sub.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

He smiled a small smile and shook his head.

“The only thing I’ve liked about being a teenager is figuring out I can masturbate. Everything else is pretty shitty.”

I laughed, but Mark’s face was dead serious.