This is vent art... I recently came out to my best friend as pansexual and she freaked out and told me to pray and change. I cannot change. I am pansexual, I will always /be/ pansexual, I was always pansexual. I am never, ever, going to change as that is impossible. She also said being lgbt+ is a choice. IT IS NOT A CHOICE. I did not wake up one day and decide to risk my life, decide to be at the chance of being bullied, decide to be oppressed for whom I love. She said "I will not be your friend if you are this way. When you change we can be friends again." I will never be friends with you again. You made me feel wrong, like I had some kind of mental disability. And you proved to me that you weren't my true friend. You don't accept me, you don't support me... Why would I want to be friends with you again? And knowing that Monday I will have to walk into that school full of immature little children and sit next to you, pretending as if nothing happened... that sickens me. I want to go up to you and slap you, show you that I do not love you. If you're afraid of me having a crush on you... well... I can't love someone that doesn't have a heart. Goodbye, old friend. I hope that you realize the loss you have made. One day when I'm famous, I'll call you out and say: "Yeah, she was never my true friend. Told me to change my sexuality just because she thought I had a crush on her."
I think it's ironic how people tell me to think about the people who do love me and support me, but yet I'm crying. I'm crying about a girl who was never good enough to be my friend. My shirt says to smile but yet I'm crying. This was drawn on DeviantArt Muro of myself.
