What We Do When We're Alone (Spoilers)

I have been playing so much (So. Much) Dragon Age lately. I am worried for myself.
That's right. Worried for myself.

I have been playing and replaying Inquisition, started Origins, continuing with Awakening... It is SO GOOD! I can't stop! It's impossible! Send help!
I am running around with my ... Loves. Alistair... Cully-Wully... Sera.... Dorian... Iron Bull... Solas... You know... An appropriate amount of people methinks.
They are so well written! It is so fucking hard to pick a favourite. Allthough Sera, Solas and Dorian... And Alistair... And Cullen.... And Iron Bull....
No, it's too hard! (Haha! Not got the proper equipment. Wasted.)
It's impossible. They are too well written!

The music is AMAZING, listening to the bard songs all the time. Can't stop.
Dragon Age everywhere. No end.

The choices are too hard! The game is torturing me!
Should I sacrifice a fleet of unknowns or the crew of kickass awesome-people of doom?
Should I let the kind person be king and let the economy crumble or the asshole-tyrant that will boost surface-trading?
Should I let a creepy (she's awesome, really, not really creepy.) lady have her way with my man-lover to let us both live?
Should I cut a lying bugger loose for lying and owning up to his crimes or save him and risk the wrath of the people?
Should I make man-lover king or not? ALL THE CHOICES ARE SO HARD!
I hate these games so much!
I love them.
Brilliant, brilliant games.

I feel like I've sold my soul...