Isabelle

The time is 5:28 am and I've already done my morning routine. I work-out at 8:30. It's leg day.

The belly-button ring is the last thing I have to remind me of one of my ex-friends, Isabelle. She suggested we get ours pierced together. I met Isabelle through my friend Josh. She was his new girlfriend. They later broke up. Isabelle was a very hard worker, she had multiple jobs at once. We did everything together. Until one day, she blocked me.

It's not that I didn't know why she blocked me. Isabelle was a good girl. I wasn't. She'd quit the drugs, I was still on em', at the time. 

Once, I was dating Miguel Fortin and we were sitting in the car, and he walked up to the car, and said, "Hey losers!" And she goes, "You're a loser! Do you even have a job?" Fuck, I loved her. I later dumped Miguel's ass.

I loved everything about her. She had the most independent spirit. She'd go roller-blading by herself. I deeply regret how our friendship ended. I was dating Jesse and she had blocked me for the last time and I got mad. So I got Jesse to egg her house. And he also egged her car. This all happened in the summer at 2 am in the morning and Isabelle had to work at 7 am the next day and her windshield had eggs caked onto it. She called me crying, wondering how I could do that to her.

If there's anything I learned from that mess, it's to value your friendships. I didn't and I lost Belle, maybe one of the only girls in the world to understand me.