You want this to be a big decision. It's not. You want this to be a life choices decision. It's not. You want this to momentously define you one way or the other. It won't.

Take the job.

It is SO much easier to find a better job when you have a job than it is to find any job when you don't. Every fight you'll ever have with a spouse will have roots in money. Every concern you will experience in the next ten years will have its roots in money. If you have enough money to cover your needs, you will find that you are a lot less stressed out.

You will quit this job. You will get a better one, or possibly a worse one, or possibly a completely different yet somehow the same one. And you will look back and you will forgive yourself for thinking that the job mattered, that this choice mattered, that it was worth all this heartbreak. And you will know down to your very bones that you felt this way because they lied to you. Because they want you to feel this way. Because they want to fleece you of your initiative with the same crass techniques that had you trade your credit history for a t-shirt Freshman year.

Take the job. Use your benefits to talk to a shrink to wrap your head around the fact that you are fully in control of your own destiny. No, not at the job. NOW. You've got better health care at college than you will at your job, fuckin' use it, son.

It's going to be all right, I promise.