I'm Hungry

I can’t listen to my music player anymore. My nights are quite. It’s the type of quietness that I can’t stand. You know, the one where you hear some sort buzzing noise coming from all direction. I want to read something just to escape anxiety, but my mind is too clouded to comprehend anything. I want to go out to the streets and just scream. I want to stick my head inside a machine. Eat until I’m full enough to explode.