Little things are my happiness and joy. Like the way a pencil dances across a blank piece of parchment, the way a large group of people can harmonize with each other. Even something as little as earning the A-B honor roll. These things may seem trivial and useless to most but those very things are the reason I'm still here. They're the reason I dropped my cutting habits and changed for the better. These things are the reason I have scars instead of fresh, open wounds. Those same useless and trivial things are my world, my hope, and are the only things keeping me alive.