I remember getting so excited for things as a kid. Like everything fun brought me pure joy and i couldn't ever wait for it. Now it's like everything fun brings me a sort of satisfaction, but that's it. 

everything feeks like it's more trouble than it's worth

Of all the issues that come with depression, maybe this is a minor one. But I really hate that I don't ever get excited about anything "good" that's coming up. Honestly, it's been so long that I don't even really understand *how* people get worked up about movies, dinners, concerts, whatever.  
The best I can muster is "it probably won't be terrible". I'll play along and say I'm looking forward to it, but really, it's always just "a thing that is going to happen".

I miss getting excited about things.