Do I like being alone? I was going to say not really, but I'm taking that back, actually. It all depends on how life is for you when you're alone, or it does for me anyway. If I'm happy, and I'm alone, I'll be happy, cause my mind's focused on whatever's putting that smile on my face. In times like those, nah, I don't mind being alone at all. It's those times when you're sad or unsure, or hell, depressed, where being alone feels like you're being waterboarded by your own mind. Memories eat away at you, gnawing at every shred of endurance you have, until eventually you have nothing left and you collapse.
So yeah, it depends, really.