Hurting is okay, feeling shit is okay, crying is okay, calling a friend is okay, talking about things is okay, freeing your mind on various mediums is okay. What's not okay is moping. Moping around in ones own self pity, which I have gained quite a knack for lately, is not okay. One of my closest friends once repeated this entire text to me, almost word for word. It's Rocky Balboa's speech to his son about life and all its perilous ups and downs, and how it continuously eats at you, continuously beats at you, continuously fights, screams, annoys, almost damn near killed and even shits on you. Read this.
Flan my man, you were the first person I spoke to when I came out of my relationship, and for that I cannot thank you enough my friend. Stay strong, this ones for you dude.