day after day

I’m a little bitcchh. Not bitch like, a female with an atrocious disposition, but a little bitch who can’t handle things. I’m not good with change. I’m not good with sleeping in my humid stuffy dorm with people making noise all night because they don’t have an 8 o clock class. I can’t eat, not because the food is so shity (which it is) but because in my stomach bubbles an unending pit of anxiety that gives me this combination of nausea coupled with intense hunger. i’ve already lost a few pounds. Seriously anxiety, go fuck yourself. but yea, I’m a little bitch, in case you didn’t know.