"are you happy?" is such a difficult question.
I've always said 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, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse.
but then one night at 3 AM when I'm alone still awake, 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 dont know if I was ever happy after all.