"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, one night at three a.m. when I'm alone; still awake, lying in bed, and thinking about life. I find myself crying my heart out.
Suddenly I convince that nobody likes me, or nobody will ever like. I feel horrible and I question everything I had. And I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
