This is my story about what I thought was the worst breakup ever (well, not mine).

A girl broke up with her DJ boyfriend, and decided to pamper herself by buying 10 of her favourite CDs. She walked up and down the aisle of the CD store and was mortified to find that she didn't know what music she liked. She only knew what music he liked, and then she broke down and cried.

If you know me, you'll understand why this particular loss of identity will so upset me.