The summer's almost over and i find myself barely keeping up with the list of what i wanted to do at the beginning of the summer, and letting go of a lot that i wanted to do throughout. working on letting go; i'm trying to learn that every terrible thing that happens, isn't the end of the world, no matter how much it hurts. i've been thinking about the nature of redemption. my theory is that if you feel bad about the things that you have done, you'll always feel bad about those things, whether you've tried to redeem yourself, pay penance, or make amends. there is no redemption. this is a continuation of my thoughts on accepting yourself for what you are. (july 8.) the list of the terrible things that i've done surely outweighs the wonderful; or is it that i don't remember any of the good deeds i do?