“Are you happy?” is such a difficult question.
I always say yes, because I have friends, I laugh at jokes, I go out alot 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 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.