The first thing I ran after when I went through a breakup was a distraction, since everything that came after the breakup was only a lingering emptiness.
The room was back to empty, there was no more story to be told, everything must switch back to the way before anything ever happened, and there was just no more. The void it left behind was excruciating. That was when distractions played an important part in becoming my coping mechanism, and when I got sloppy with it.
