"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.