I Control the Fire
What you write when you're drunk enough to think you're a god and then wake up with a hangover and a headache the size of a truck.
I’m gonna be rich by 25. No doubt. (Later: I don’t even know what I wrote.)
My ex is gonna regret this. (Later: My ex is now my ex and I’m still single.)
I’m gonna eat the whole pizza by myself. (Later: I passed out on the couch with a cheese slice in my hand.)