Ridiculous Insecurities

I know.
I know.
I have it good. I have my own place which I share with the most amazing boyfriend (and soon to be husband) in the entire world. I have two relatively well-behaved pets that are comparatively really easy to care for. My family is awesome and supportive and loving. I have a good job and enough money to pay my bills and buy food. Sometimes I even have a little extra for fun stuff. I know I have absolutely nothing to complain about. I know these insecurities are ridiculous and totally uncalled for.

But sometimes...
...Just sometimes...
the nasty little voices get their way. ((And I'm worthless and I'm spoiled and I can't do anything right and why would he choose me it must be only temporary she's so much prettier or she's so much better and look at me I'm barely passing fucking community college what a mook what if he ends up that he loved her all along but he loves me now how does that work can you turn it off and on what the fuck god can't I do anything right and here I am complaining and I'm so fucking privileged I hate myself I'm fat and lazy god can't I motivate myself to do anything one of these days he's gonna get tired of my bitching they're all gonna get tired of my bitching that's what drove what'shisname away the first couple times and I always crawl back god I'm pathetic how I always crawl and worm back no matter if someone has wronged me or not I don't have any fucking self esteem or any fucking self worth god I'm fucking worthless and yet I'm such a spoiled bratt for thinking that but I totally fucking am.))

And sometimes I tell them to shut up












And they listen













And I can sleep. And I can smile. And I can be happy. Usually, they're really quiet when he loves me the best. Or when there's tea. I like that.
Tea and hugs makes everything better.
Right?