I seem to have gone through a term of depression over the last year, but things have and still are getting better. I'm at a job I like (relatively speaking) and school is going well. But even in a clear state of mind I think about dying every day. What gives? Unless I gain superpowers or become rich or something, life still just doesn't seem especially exciting anymore. It's like my depression has left an aftertaste in my mind that I can't shake. Maybe I really *would* rather die?