“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. Right?

But then, one night at 3am when I’m alone, still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, I find myself crying my heart out. I feel horrible and I question everything I had. I don’t know if I was ever happy at all and yes, things just got worse.

This is not some sappy romance story. There is no promise of a happily ever after.

Yes there will be a lot of eye rolling and provocation and yes you might be force-fed a bowlful of aggravating emotions but please try your hardest not to hunt me down and strangle me afterwards.