The Secret To New York (Boyxboy)

It's not a mystery. It's no secret. There are no rumors floating around that aren't perhaps a little bit true. The events leading up to all of this are subtle. They are simple. In-complex in their entirety. His name was Shane. He wasn't new. I was. This was a school. A quite grungy school in a quite washed up city. The humor in all of this? I knew, I always knew that I wasn't what I thought I was. Only because of my inexperience in the area. This is not a love story. It's a story about me finding myself. Me finding who and what I am. I'm not the type of person to tell a half-assed story, so I might drawl it out a bit, so excuse me if I do. At the end, you might ask yourself why you wasted your time but, give me a try. You might even enjoy my misfortune.

*Okay, so i give up on editing right now. It's not my main concern, but if you see something and it annoys you to no end, please tell me, because chances are, it's been bothering me too, but I've just been too lazy to search for it, or I think no one will notice because, who reads this anyway? Thank you so much.*