ptsd episode

I checked my abusive ex best friends instagram and found out she went to a concert I canceled on going to. the one on halloween. I went to my sisters instead and thank god I did. I think I would throw up if I saw her irl again. I just feel sick thinking and knowing I could possibly see her at other events and shit. I'm never going out alone to a concert because of this bitch. I know damn well she wouldn't come up to me, but seeing her brings it all All Back. Hearing her voice? her perfume. her laugh. All of it. Her look. I'd rather od on drugs. then deal with the pain she brought me. fuck her.