I'm hungry. That's not a metaphor, I just really want to eat something. The end.
Jk, it would be cray if I just said that and left. I just really want to eat something but at the same time I'm not desperate. My stomach isn't growling. The inner beast in me isn't howling. I'm not famished. Should I be before I stare blindly into the fridge?
Yeah, there's no soul-staring here, just a nonchalant rant about a girl who just really wants to eat something.