"Are you happy?"

It's 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 as bad as it could be,

and I don't have terrible problems.

It could be worse.

But then, 3am when I'm alone

still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life

I find myself crying my heart out

suddenly I convidence that nobody likes me

or nobody will ever like me.

I feel horrible and I quoestion everything I had.

And I don't know I was ever happy at all.