"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question.
I always say yes, because I have friends,
I laugh at jokes, I go out a lot and have fun,
my life isn't as bad as it could be, and I don't
have terrible problems. It could be worse.
But then, one night at 3 a.m. when I'm alone
still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life,
I find myself crying my heart out.
Suddenly I'm convinced that nobody likes me, or
nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible
and I question everything I had,
and I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
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