It used to be, when i would have my heart broken, the world would kind of just be sucked into a little black hole in my chest, And i would'nt sleep at all. Everytime i would cry, I would be so disgusted with myself. How I could keep shedding tears over people who I should hate, but cannot.

But this time, broken hearted once again, I can't cry. it's like the valve has been shut off. when I think of my ex's, I feel absolutely nothing, besides perhaps a faint pang of loss. I think it's...