I'm not depressed -- at least, not clinically, and I don't show depression or feel depressed -- but I have no motivation to leave my room, either. After all, I have my laptop, TV, sketchbooks, radio/stereo, bed and closet in here. The bathroom's down the hall and the kitchen is just downstairs. I have the life.
Still, the reasons I drive or go anywhere aren't for pleasure. I rent from the library, so I gotta go back and turn my stuff in; I go to my job; I get gas for the car; I go to school. That's all I can think of... Until I move out, my parents buy my food...
If I make plans with friends, then we could go places, but our options are limited. So, yeah. No motivation. I'm not the type to wander around on my own. It seems really pointless to me.