A bit too much drama

So I was very bad and read something that I NEVER should have read. I thought that it would hurt more. I only felt a small prick of pain and then nothing, it was as if the last of my heart broke. It is that nothing that keeps me going. When I want to cry, I focus on that feeling. It is the thing that forces me to the gym on a nearly daily basis, it keeps me on salads, when I would love a burger. It is a new part of my being, this empty spot where my heart used to be. I am learning to love the feeling. I know that I will not be hurt again, because there is nothing to hurt.