I'm not depressed...
I'm BORED. Bored with the news, bored with reality television, bored with what's outside of my window, bored with my wardrobe, bored with my books, bored with conversation. I'm bored with other people's problems because they're all just recycled versions of the same old crap. It's all so boring, I don't even realize when I've managed to avoid human contact for almost 48 hours.
I can't even say, "it's not you, it's me." Because it might be you. But considering that I'm also bored with the sound of my own thoughts, what's left?