May 16th last year, fast forward eight months later and things are no longer the same. I no longer live in the same apartment and I am no longer talking to the usual people. Eight months later, rabbits have come and go, but Osmen stays. Eight months later I no longer have a job yet I am financially more stable. Happy New Years but 22 days later. Happy New Years but yesterday felt like the fireworks. Physical classes, thesis, and being 100 steps further from college. A bigger sanctuary, emptier. Eight months later and no longer addicted but hooked on something else. May 16th last year, three months and six days later felt like death. Three months and eleven days later came a breath of fresh air. Fast forward eight months later, still healing, but for another cause. Fast forward eight months later, good riddance.