Is my heart really just a home for people in my life to reside in?

Does everyone I know or give energy to end up existing in my own heart and there’s only so much room that can be occupied?

For instance, when I ate an entire bag of super spicy potato chips and they were completely fucking me up, suddenly my friend Ivan called me and said he was leaving (which sounded strange and I didn’t really understand what he meant). He then clarified that he was leaving America.

The timing was very suspicious and it seemed like a coded message and that he actually meant leaving my heart. He called right as I was in the middle of purposely trying to damage myself with the hottest bag of potato chips imaginable as a message to the “universe” about me not giving a fuck about being here.

It was as if the eating filled up too much space in my heart and he just couldn't stay there anymore, or didn't want to, because it was unhealthy food.

If your heart is full of people who actually love you or vice versa, are you are less hungry?