I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved

Perhaps I shouldn't have started my morning by watching (500) Days of Summer, instead of cracking on with the rather immense list of tasks that I've set myself today.
And even more to the point, perhaps I shouldn't have eaten Apple and Blackberry Pie (with a drizzle of custard) for breakfast.
But who am I to deny myself the final few luxuries of living at home before I finally accept complete responsibility for myself and fly the nest? When, in the foreseeable future, will I ever again get the opportunity to have a nice lie-in, followed by a light, indie romantic comedy and a dessert dish as my breakfast? These are truly the things to be missed, the things taken for granted every day of growing up.

The final few days are here. Packing awaits. The need to study still nags me like a child in a bakery, pressing it's greasy fingers against the freshly cleaned display cabinet glass. The thought of returning to the library haunts me...the faces of the laughing students, everything slows down, I leave a broken man. Remember me, but oh, forget my fate.

At least I've already purchased plenty of socks and underwear. And of course, THE token nice pair of underwear that every man should own.