numbers scare me

So ho ho. Back from Marshall, to Lincoln. I used to be sad when I got back - but I think I've really gotten used to living out in BFE... I shouldn't call it that, it makes it sound like I live in a log cabin without heating or cooling (which I've done) My grandparents actually have a very nice home, much nicer than any I've ever had. Also, Beck is in my computer here, and I miss her when I'm away.

I'm conflicted because of a friendship dilemma that I don't know how to solve. Or if I should try. Because I feel like I'd only be in the way if I did, and I don't want to be in the way. Also, because I'm tired of feeling bad, and I need to be changing my life.

That was vague, eh? Sorry. I'm paranoid. Feel like everybody I know is reading this (sooo not true) and I do freak out a little bit about all the personal info put out on the internet. Not like I think someone will steal my identity or anything - who would want to? But like people I don't even know may know me better than I'd like them too. I suppose that's silly.

Algebra today was easy, only because I accidently worked ahead for FOUR FUCKING HOURS this weekend, thinking I had homework I didn't - freaking out because I didn't understand it. Well, low and behold now I do understand. I think. I'm mathematically dyslexic.