This morning I bought breakfast for a homeless person. I feel good about myself for the first time in months. Dealing with college exams and my exgirlfriend had made me begin to contemplate my value as a person. From all the underhanded ways I made meager amounts of cash (selling alcohol, pimping my body to the med students MRI machine, offering information for a price), I doubted that I was saveable; I was going straight to hell, and there was nothing that could get in my way. Maybe God, if he exists will forgive me, maybe I love myself after all. Sometimes you feel like nothing you can do will change anything.

And every now and then, the small things make all the difference.