/lit/ - Literature

I’m a healthily literate intellectual and philosophically educated man but it pains me so fucking much to “follow my dreams” or to “do what makes you happy”. I simply can’t fight the grander scheme of things
>be me
>smart enough to realize life is a game, life it once, no regrets, do the most
>i feel most happy when in a basement with 4 friends playing magic the gathering

What the fuck is this man. There is raging turmoil inside of me telling me BE HAPPY RETARD, EAT JUNK FOOD AND PLAY CARD GAMES WITH YOUR BROS. and then the devil on my shoulder says “ah ah ah, think of the consequences, think of your future, invest in stocks, you should take care of your body”

Why am i condemned to essentially hell one earth. I am in hell, i AM hell, it’s raging inside of me. Pic related its you’re mom on my face