You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.

I guess I'm just another sentimental fool, you know, letting small things bring me down, when they don't even weigh anything.

I keep saying I don't like feeling like this but in fact, I keep coming back for more. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I like being sad and lonely and I don't think that's a bad thing. 

I don't really know what to say anymore. There are just no words to describe how I feel. It would sound crazy if I said I'm happy that I'm lonely, wouldn't it?

Sometimes I wish I could just sit on my window and sing Moon River.

I don't even have a window.