DA,
So, what happened? Suddenly things went from bad to being burnt to ash, and there's no way to save it. I tried so hard to help you. I really did, but literally everything you wanted was beyond my control. In a way, I feel as if I failed you. You told me not to get too hard on myself for it, but sometimes I just can't help it. In a way, I killed what we had. The whole thing still haunts me as I type this.
This isn't the first time this has happened though, and I tried to do all that I could to keep a good friendship from going bad in an instant again, but it happened anyway.
But yes, I really tried helping you. I listened to your troubles, drama, and ranting, but after a while it got to the point where my mind was just numbed by it since every conversation we had derailed into it somehow, bringing it to and end for the night. I feel like we talked about that more than, well, everything else that we talked about. I just got fed up.
And y'know, I'd love to make up, but I don't know if you even like me anymore. I guess that's okay though, since you felt betrayed (albeit an overreaction...)