My best friend's ex girlfriend died in a treatment center the other day. She was 30 years old.
They'd been broken up for 4 years, but he saw her around once in awhile. She'd been clean, then back on it, then clean, well...you know how it goes. Burned through friends and family. God knows my friend couldn't deal with it any longer and that's why they split up.
What a waste. She was beautiful -quite possibly the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met- smart, had impeccable taste and style...but had some serious demons that I guess she could never get over.
I hadn't seen her since 2003, but I think I should go to the wake.
Heroin must be something awful to get involved with. I'm really really tired of people getting into it. I just know the wake will be full of these people that, if not junkies themselves, are the fast crowd that needs to be shocked the hell awake to realize that their little cool world is all a lie.
