"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 sn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, on some nights at 3 AM when I'm alone and 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 question everything I had.
And then I don't know if I was ever happy at all.