Foreign Illusions

My only goal in life right now is to be genuinely 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 dont have terrible problems. it could be worse. but then, one night at 3am when im alone still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, i find myself crying my heart out suddenly, i’m convinced that nobody likes me, or nobody will ever like me. i feel horrible and i question everything i had and i dont know if i was ever happy at all.

“Falling for you was like finding the light at the end of the tunnel, like every broken piece of mine was mended, like I was.. finally home.”