I don’t like an empty fridge

I don’t like when my fridge is empty. It’s not just about being out of food—it’s the feeling of nothing being there when I open the door. No snacks, no comfort options, just cold air and disappointment staring back at me.

Even if I’m not hungry, I like knowing there’s something there. A little backup plan. Maybe some yogurt, a slice of leftover pizza, or even just juice. An empty fridge feels... lonely? Like the house itself is tired.

And the worst part? Standing there, staring at the emptiness, hoping something magically appears if I check again five minutes later. Spoiler: it never does.