I don't know

I feel like I am at a weird point in my life. It's like I'm just surviving and not really living. It's nobody's fault but mine too. I'm already having memories of writing a similar post to this one, but not much has changed since that time. I don't know why I feel like this either and that's kind of the scary part. It's like when you feel so depressed and don't want to do anything. Yet, the only thing is that I don't really feel sad or anything. Perhaps it's lack of motivation mixed in with being isolated that just keeps me in my house waiting for another day to pass. I actually enjoy being at work because there I have social interaction, as well as a way of being productive. But not so much the case for the rest of my life. Not that I need to be productive all the time, but I'd like to at least enjoy myself a little more. It is weird though...i act like a silly goober around my parents. I am a happy little ball of excitement at times. I don't know what's happening to be honest. I'm having problems going to sleep at night because I don't feel productive. I feel unsatisfied. I don't know how to change it. It's like I don't have something that I look forward to each day. So what do I do? I sleep or plop myself in front of the television once i finally get up. Again, it's like experiencing the symptoms of depression without being sad. I am finding myself being lonely, but wanting to isolate myself. I don't know what the heck I am doing. I don't know where I am going. I guess that's another thing. I'm looking for some sort of direction in my life. And I don't need a sign from God to tell me what to do. I'd take a strong hunch at this point. I just...don't know.