My tongue is the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.

The person I like has absolutely no knowledge I like her and even less interest in me that way.
I struggle everyday from not severing myself to pieces.
I sometimes can't even be bothered to make simple trivial conversation with my housemates.
I want to sit in my room and scream.
I just want to feel like I exist.
I want to make somebody know I'm still here. Even if I don't want to be.
I'm struggling to breath.