I am in bed, so depressed I cannot get out of bed. My life is wasted. I have no friends even though I am cool. I am going back to sleep.

I enjoy self pity. It gives me great delight to pity myself. I am a realist, a strict one. I never, ever, ever lie to myself in order to make myself feel better or more comfortable. I think this may be my best, strongest trait. I also, like many other people, find it pleasurable to be sad. I 'get off' on it. I wonder why so many people enjoy being sad. I think it may be that they can be sad while remaining comfortable. So they can experience sadness without hardship, and therefore can feel a strong emotion, that much of the time is easier to induce than happiness, without suffering.........any real injury from it.

Sadness is considered a bad feeling.