Good intentions?

Today I ran into a girl I used to know, used to work with. She alway was dying her hair. Today it was purple, that kind of fake punk rock grrl purple. I stopped only for a moment to say hi and catch up but I realised while chatting with her that she was a coke user. It made me feel odd. Kind of sick inside like when you've eaten too much spicy food.
Yet I am not unhappy for her.
You pave your own road to hell.