I don't.
I've started starving myself again [35 pounds and counting!]
I can't get through a day without at least an hour of hyperventilation and tears.
My nightmares have gone away only because they gave me medication for them.
I've been getting through the semester by alternatively locking myself away for hours on end studying obsessively, then going for days freaking out about how either I havent' done any work, or how I can't top the work I already did. I have no confidence in my ability to pass my classes, let alone survive this semester.
It's not even that hard work. It's easy work. I'm just fucking weak or crazy or defective or just not good enough.
All I care about is some stupid boy in some far away city that doesn't matter compared to my education and bettering myself, and you guys KNOW that this is all I've ever wanted since I knew what MIT was, but this place will fucking eat you up.
I just don't feel like I can tough it out. And so here I sit in the study room making the guy next to me incredibly uncomfortable sobbing into my probabilistic systems textbook and thinking about bus tickets.