expectation vs reality

I am going to put this pin on today and walk outside being proud of myself in the world for the trans gay bean I am.

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Or I’m going to sit on the floor and sob over [insert 48 different fandom specific things here] for the next three hours while I eat this bowl of cold ramen and probably threaten to delete my best friend’s kneecaps. And then eat more ramen. Then it’s fanfic time. Then crying over my lack of ownership of any beanies and not enough flannel shirts (I have at least 12 of them). Then cry over my lack of boyfriend. Then more kneecap deletion. Then more [insert fandom]. Then probably dissociate from reality for a couple hours. Then more ramen. Then more fanfic. Then more-

I’m just a gay bean that just wants my cup of ramen to be warm, a beanie or ten, and a boyfriend. Please. That’s all I ask.