Last time on a party when a pretty girl was hitting her 18th b-day, Jane was sitting next to a young man. They started talking, and talked for hours. He loved music, especially the 90's. They even danced. He lived in London and now he could't fit in into his father's native coulture. He wished to be invisible again, not judged, not labeled, he dreamed to escape into the city jungle, where no one cared who you are, how you are, how you look like, what you prefer. He was in high school when he found out he's gay. He stopped going to church. No place for him in his family. And guess what - he's sufferring from insomnia, he's taking sleeping pills.
He was so very honest because she was listening. But she was just to scared to admit that she needs sleeping pills too. That she needs teraphy. That in this crazy world it's not about sexuality it's about who you are and how you are with yourself, and this makes you lonely.
Another thing is - Why do we actualy judge, put labels on people like on vegetables that we can buy in the shop. Is the carrot only orange? Is the tomato only red inside. Why do we care about how, what, where, with who.
Are you having insomnia too? Just share your story...
When you can't sleep at night and there's no one you can talk to.
Just write and someone will read :)