Today is one of the strangest on record in my short 16 revolutions about the Sun. I broke up with the girl I've had the most feelings for in my life today. I know that what I felt will be called nothing more than "puppy love" in the eyes of the more seasoned people of the World, but to me it was and is real. Just because it may not have been real, true love doesn't mean the pain isn't real. The oddest part of this entire affair, however, has been the tranquility with which I have reconciled my feelings. I do not feel sad, angry, or disappointed. I do not feel happy, joyful, or releived. I feel nothing, and for that I am sorry and ashamed. Throughout our relationship, I thought I loved her. We shared many things together. But now, I feel nothing. And the void hurts...