looking back

I'm worried about you. You're imploding and I dont know what I can say or do to help make this go away. Most times, I'm torn between my anger and the want to be there for you. You were my best friend, you knew me more than most, and yet now I find it hard to remember how and why that came about. The things you say and do, dont have the same effect on me as they used to. Sometimes I think you go too far, that you dont think, but how can I blame you for that?
I never wanted to hurt you, and I hate that I have.

I guess I just wish things could have turned out differently.