I feel bad for trying my hardest to be a good mom because my kid means the world to me. I feel bad because he’s such a little asshat with the face of an angel. I feel bad for trying to give him good stuff and it just get destroyed the second it touches his hands. I feel bad for fighting with my feelings of not liking my kid. I feel bad for thoughts of how life would be without being angry everyday, but I guess it’s just part of parenthood. I just feel so bad right now I wanna cry and I want a hug but I have no one. Just my little asshat…
