"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 isn't bad as it could be,
and I don't have terrible problems.
it could be worse
one night at 3AM,
when I'm alone still awake,
lying in bed,
thinking about life,
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