"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question.
I always say yes, because I have friends.
I laugh at jokes.
I go out and have fun sometimes.
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 3AM when I'm alone
Still awake, lying in bed
Thinking about life.
I find myself crying my heart out.
Suddenly, I convinced myself that nobody likes me
Or nobody will ever like me.
I feel horrible.
And question everything I had...
And I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
