Почему, Почему?

I'm sorry.
It's just, how do you define "The Phunk" anymore?
If we're still friends anyway, why do we need an official title anyways?
What counts as "quitting the Phunk" if everything goes on as per usual?
And if quitting it doesn't matter, then does not quitting matter?
Does it matter that the rest of us still consider ourselves part of the Phunk if it doesn't matter that Hannah doesn't consider herself part of the Phunk?
That's why the "Is it gone? Has it died?" thing.
Because it was there. It's not that nothing was there, ever. There was a time when it would have mattered if this had happened. There was a time when none of us would ever had even considered this ever happening. Especially since Hannah started the Phunk.

But now it's gone. 

And that upsets me. 

Again, I'm sorry. 

Go where you want to go.

But it still hurts. Not so much that Hannah quit, although that hurts too.

It hurts more that it matters so little.

Maybe it would hurt more if it did matter.

But the fact that it doesn't matter makes me sad.

I know you all will never stop being my friends, no matter what happens. But I did value the Phunk, and I guess I still do. Less, perhaps.

Why? That's what I want to know. Why? 

Why do you leave us? But you're not leaving us. You just think you are.

You're not. "Us" is not just the Phunk. Hannah of the 7th Grade is not in the Phunk, but she's some part of "us." Kaylyn was part of "us" before she was in the Phunk. You can still be part of "us" and you will be. I know that much. You are too much a part of us for that to just go away. 

I don't think I'll cry. And I won't say goodbye. That's too final.

I'm sorry. 

I hope you don't think I overreacted too much.

Never mind, I did. 

Or not.

Whatever.

SHUT UP, TAYLOR. YOU ARE MAKING THINGS WORSE. YOU NEED TO TALK TO REAL PEOPLE SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO YOURSELF LIKE THIS, YOU CRAZY CRAZY WOMAN. JUST DON'T POST AGAIN UNTIL SUNDAY. MAIDENQUEST IS THEN AND MAYBE YOU WILL FEEL BETTER AFTERWARDS. SO POST THIS CRAZY CRAZY RANT POST AND BE DONE WITH IT. THEN MAYBE YOU WILL FEEL BETTER FOR THE MOMENT EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE CRAMPING LIKE HELL. GO EAT DINNER AND DECORATE GINGERBREAD HOUSES. DON'T THINK ABOUT THE PHUNK BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL BAD. GO READ A BOOK OR SOMETHING. 

Почему, Почему (Pochemu, Pochemu)- Why, Why?

Bye.