I'm doing a project on the homeless, and it feels like I just opened up an old wound. I don't deserve this life, people out there, they just have it so bad, and they're just screwed, I have hope. They don't. Meh, yesterday I had another missions meeting, and you know what? I'm done with physics, I'm going back to tutoring on Wednesdays. I think I'll also work at Helping Hands again this summer, I liked it there. Maybe I'll see if I can get someone from the church to go to the soup kitchen with me next week...hmm..yes, I think I'll do just that. I really just need to do some good, I've been thinking about myself too much lately.