Alone & Lonely
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Last published Thu, Apr 17, 2014
"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question that 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. It could be worse. But then, one night at 3AM when I'm alone still awake, laying in bed, thinking about like. I find myself crying my heart out. Suddenly I convince 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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