There is no amount of money that could make me want to stay. I have so many problems, that even if money could help some of them, there would still be a bunch leftover, and each of those problems in and of themselves just aren't worth it for me to keep living at all. The years of trauma, the lifetime of mental illness and the constant physical problems that always seem to find their way back to me, the extensive and ever-growing lack of faith I have in humanity, dealing with other people's neverending bullshit and expectations, and so on – it would all still be there.
Just so sick of it all.