Sometimes life isn't fun. One day you're excited for something, a new event going on in your life but that excitement just deflates. You look around you and nothing seems visibly wrong. You're provided for, you have a nice hobby and some good friends but still.. There's this odd feeling of emptiness within you. This strange void that can't really be filled by anything. You get a feeling of strange disinterest, be it a disinterest in the world or whatever else, but just disinterest.
You don't want to get out of bed. You start to feel bad for feeling this way. You feel guilty for feeling down or disinterest and that feeds into feeling terrible about being guilty and so questions begin to pile up. Questions and doubts and all the 'What am I doing?'s and 'where is this going?'s and sometimes even the 'What's the point?'s.
You wonder to yourself 'I'm happy, right? I'm healthy. I've got good things going for me, so.. Why do I feel this way?'
Some will tell you you're just bored. You'll wonder if you have depression or something else. You'll wonder if you're just lazy and can't be bothered sometimes.
It comes and goes, this feeling.
It comes and goes and life goes on. You'll have your bouts of 'depression', of emptiness but you'll move on or so you hope.