The Black Rose Of Tijuana

My life as a functioning drug addict and prostitute, in Tijuana, Mexico. I had very little self control and less self confidence. I shot up anything that I could break down in a spoon, snorted what wouldn't break down and swallowed everything else.
I was doing stupid shit but nothing helped to heal me; ironically, I never even realized how broken my heart really was. nor my stupid thought processes.
I was naive enough to believe that I had my whole life together and everyone else was falling apart, or in need of my help.
You know because I had my life perfectly in order, perfectly in order to die and didn't even know this because I was so wasted 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, and 12 months a year, for over 37 years total.