"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always say yes, because I have friends, I have a girlfriend, I laught at jokes. My life ins't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worst. But then one night at 3am when I 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 everthing I had and I don't no if was ever happy at all.
