This entry is a a place marker, a reminder to myself to write about what I cannot presently bring myself to write about. A reminder that I was a disappointment. Ideally, this entry will serve as a reminder to myself to be better, yet I feel as though perhaps it is just a documentation of my resentment. Or maybe it is simply a record of a memory, a conversation, yet another turning point in this mess. A warning that I cannot run away, cannot escape, cannot be wholly happy without causing pain.