Happiness.

"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always said yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes. I go out alot 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 but still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, I find myself crying my heart out. Suddenly I convince myself that no one likes me, or that nobody ever will. I feel horrible and question everything I had.

And I start to wonder if i was ever happy at all.