Why do people change?

Why do they have to change?

Vaughan, I miss it when we used to play Call of Duty and Halo together... Instead of me watching you play basketball...

I don't even know why I'm writing this right now. It's not like you'd see it.

Still... I guess I'm writing this to get the feels flowing.

Or a sorry note, but to myself.

Even Lilly agrees with me. She hates the way you changed, too.

Why, though?

Why be a jerk? Why be a jock?

This is more than just a blind note from a cousin to a cousin. This is a note from the heart.

And what my heart is saying, is true right now.

I hate the way you've changed. And that's that.

Colon, I miss it when we talked about bands and YouTubers, instead of me watching you talk about sports.

Again, I don't know why I'm writing this. How would you even see it?

I don't care either way... As long as I let my anger out... Especially since I'd been bottling it up all along.

Because this is more than just a sad note from an old friend to an old friend. This is a note from my head.

Not from the heart.

Because I don't care anymore.

And I'd rather save my energy than care.

Frankly, this is a note to all the people I used to know. Used to talk to.

Changing is good and bad.

Vaughan, Colon, everyone else, including me, anyone could love your change. Anyone could hate it.

Ergh. I just wish I could've stopped it.

-Sarah