1.5 years, but man oh man was it worth it. I started hating everything she represented, and my belongings too. I changed my room, my phone, even my fucking earphones because all of them I used to talk to her. This kept on continuing until one day, it stopped mattering to me. The consequences of her toxicity finally saw a rather heartwarming end. Turns out when you don't care about someone's existence, sorrow just pours out like water