"Are you happy?" is always a hard question to answer. I always say yes because I have friends and laugh at jokes I go out 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 at 3 am when I'm alone still awake laying in bed thinking about life I find myself crying my heart out suddenly convinced that nobody likes me of nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible and question everything that I have and everything I ever will have.
And I wonder if I was ever happy at all.