Depression.

Fifty.

I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listen to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realise that even though I like being alone, I don't fancy being alone.