Miserable, but not really.

“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”

— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Have you ever liked someone who made you miserable? I mean really, just miserable - but you liked them, because even if they were making you miserable at least they were making you something. Never mind that that 'something' wasn't happy - it was just something. I think that sometimes we like a person or a thing solely because they make you anything; They make you sad, or nostalgic, or angry and unsure.

I think I'd rather be miserable than be nothing at all.
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”— J.D Salinger