It should have been the easiest question in the world: What do you want? I don't know. Money? Happiness? Love? Two nice pieces of thin, buttered toast cut into quarters and a glass of pulp-free orange juice?
Turns out, what I want wasn't what I thought I wanted. I went through my thoughts and kept going back to the money thing. They say money can't buy happiness, but it can make sure I have a nice home and a working car and food and medical care, so what the hell, money makes it so much easier to be happy. I thought I wanted money, but that wasn't it. I wanted to recreate the feelings of my past. Doesn't that sound like some psychologist's b.s.? It did to me, so I ignored it and went back to wanting money.
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