"Are you happy?"

"Are you happy?"

Is 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, one night at 3 AM when I'm alone 

still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life

I find myself crying my heart out

suddenly I convince that nobody likes me, or 

nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible

and I question everything I had

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