holding on by my fingers

I am seriously, seriously thinking about running away. Just going somewhere else for a few days. I am planning on seeing Sarah later this summer, which is a thing to look forward to on its own. But the impulse to just take off is really strong in me.

Today was hard. Stacy, generous soul that she is, took me out of the house for lunch. Then we went swimming for a couple hours. The sunlight and water soothed me me a lot. If I could go somewhere with nothing to do but swim all day, I might be alright.

What do you do when you feel like your heart is just broken?