"Are you happy?" Is such a difficult question to answer, I always say yes because I have friends, I laugh at jokes, I go out and have a lot of fun, my life isn't as bad as it could be and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse.
By then one night at 3AM when I'm alone, still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, suddenly I find myself crying my heart out, convincing myself that nobody likes me, and nobody will ever like me. I question everything I've ever had.
And I wonder, was I ever really happy?
I don't think I was ever really happy.