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Don't die before you're dead

That's what I want to buy. The freedom to walk away. The ability to choose. Time that belongs to me. So when someone tells me “money can't buy happiness,” I want to ask: How many fucking times did you hit your head on the tiles? Try choosing where to live without money. Try leaving a job that's destroying you when you've only got enough in your account to last until Friday. Try helping someone you love when that help costs money you don't have. Then tell me how little money matters.