Wasted nights, nights so pointless they may as well not exist. Empty nights, devoid of anything but a persistent compressing feeling, compressing the silent hours into a single point that hums in the way compressed silence does. Endless nights, time compressing into nothing, still everything, existing outside itself even when it should have been destroyed. What would happen if in these moments, time were not to exist? Would the rest of time expand to fill in the empty space, or would there be a discontinuity? Would the empty space pull all the rest of time in like a black hole? Would the future still exist in the vacuum? I want this pointless night to not exist... 

(long story short, I want to leave my room and get some food but social anxiety sucks and for some reason there are still people out at 2 am)