"are you a happy?" is such a difficult question. I always saw yes, because I have friends, I laugh at jokes, I go out and have fun. My life isn't bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems, it could be worse.
but then. one night at 3 AM when I'm alone still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, I find myself crying my heart out. suddenly 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.
~~ Excerpt from a book I'll never write #11
