Dear Harry,
Aha, I'm back! I'm in a quite splendid mood. Well, I wasn't earlier but now I am. I'm not even exactly sure why...maybe it's because I'm writing a letter to you.
You are my sunshine.
Okay, so like I made this adorable background on my phone to represent if you had sent me a message or whatever and it says, "Don't be too hard on yourself, alright Love? -Harry x" and it just makes me melt. Hehe. Seriously I'm not even quite sure how a person who I'm not even close to in person can have such an affect on me. I may put you higher than you deserve to be , but hey, if you make me happy then who the hell cares what anyone thinks. If I was to go on about that I'd probably end up ranting and I don't feel like ranting or getting myself worked up again.
I don't really have any time to write this letter...which sucks. I have like 4 more minutes of my lunch break and then I have to go back and finish school work. Like, I have to read this chapter/book in The Odyysey (I don't even care if I spelled it wrong.) and it's REALLY LONG and to add to that my teacher wants me to take a ton of annotations and shiz. It's just plain abuse I tell you! Why must I strain my brain to learn about this book that I don't even care about? Oh, that's right, because my teacher told me to. How is that even an excuse? "Because my teacher told me to." AHA I'd like to see them try to force me. Then again I'd rather not get a bad grade so...yeah.
1 MINUTE LEFT.
Oh. Well, I'll probably just keep writing and expand my lunch break. Oops. Oh well!
OH MY GOSH, OKAY, DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY MATH HOMEWORK. Seriously! I don't understand it at all. And I think I forgot to do a couple problems. At the beginning of the year I liked Algebra 2 because it was simply doing equations and solving for 'x' which I enjoy...but NOW it's like,
'Solve for x when x is infinite and y is half of x divided by two which is greater than three multiplied by the reciprocal of x over two and THEN GRAPH THE EQUATION'
My answer= HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW?!
It's not like I'm going to use this in my life. My teacher rambled about how the last section we learned was what her husband does as a job and I was sitting there like, "Well I'm not you husband and I don't plan on being whatever your husband does as a living." I think that's how it went....or something like that.
If you listen closely you can hear the sound of me shrugging and not caring.
I'm feeling sarcastic today and a bit moody. Like I sort of just want to get up from where I'm sitting and strut across my house. But of course I think that'd be a bit awkward considering my cats would stare and my mom might think I'm unstable. When was I ever stable, though?
I bet I'm creeping you out.....NAH. You love me, right? I thought so. I love you too.
No, but seriously I love you to bits and pieces.
If you were in bits and pieces I'd still love you....I might be a tiny bit sad though....well actually I'd probably be quite shocked and gobsmacked because how the heck did you end up in bits and pieces...BUT YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING, YEAH?
I swear I don't know what's running through my mind today. Yesterday sucked and this morning was a bit of a drag and now- HEY I FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHERE THAT SAYING COMES FROM! "A bit of a drag" is like a cigarette, right? Like it sucked so they took a drag? Or am I confusing something here?- SO ANYWAY, I'm not sure what's up with me. I'm in a proper good mood.
You British people say 'proper' alot. Liam says it quite often. It's fun to say. "Proper."(Note: I just said that out loud.)
Well I should go, it's ten after my lunch break was suppose to end. Well farewell Hazza. (Isn't Liam the only one who calls you that?)
Chau Harry!
Have a proper good day, yeah? Do it for me.
Love,
Megan xoxo
P.S.- I'll probably write you another letter soon because I sort of feel like ranting and talking to you still. I might just rant on Larry Stylinson.(; I love you Sunshine!