Feeling replaceable is pretty strange. I don't have any romantic feelings for you anymore but the fact that you're happy and in a relationship and I'm not kind of makes me jealous. You're not meant to be happy in a relationship because you didn't want one. And now you're happily celebrating Christmas with your new lover and I'm lying alone in the dark listening to death cab. What a sob story. Going off on a slight tangent from thinking of death cab I would so love to make love to Transatlanticism. Such a sex song. But then again it makes me want to cry sometimes, in the same way that The Notebook does. I like that feeling. Merry Christmas motherfuckers.