When I finally learn to accept...

When I finally learn to accept that what I think doesn't matter - especially to those who are in charge of my child during the day at school - then I'll be ok.  When I finally stop struggling to do things that single broke-ass moms shouldn't do... like you know - keep promises to my kid to take him places - then I'll find happiness.  I'm just trying to be too good for my own good.  I need to just sit back, realize that I'm shit, and just be it.  Then all will be right with the world.  Fuck everything right now.  I even hate my nails.