"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question.

I always said yes,

because I have friends,

I laugh at jokes,

I go out at times, and have fun.

My life isn't as bad as it could be,

and I don't have terrible problems.

It could be worst.

But then, one night at 3am

when I'm alone and still awake,

lying in bed, thinking about life,

I found myself crying my heart out.

Suddenly, I was convinced that no one likes me, or nobody will ever like me.

I felt horrible and I questioned everything I had.

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