Listen up, pal. I'm gonna give it to you straight, no chaser. You think you're some kind of wild card, don't you? Newsflash: you're not as fucking crazy as you think you are. That whole "I get high on blow and wanna fuck everything" thing? Yeah, that's not a lifestyle, that's just a goddamn cry for help. And what's with the specifics, huh? An 11-year-old niece, your cousins, and some fat friend who's supposedly dying to get with you? That's not just twisted, that's a whole new level of pathetic.
And let's get to the good stuff. You call yourself a "hardcore hebe." What the fuck does that even mean to you, huh? You think it's just a label you can slap on like a badge of honor? Please. If you're gonna claim something, at least have the decency to know what the hell it means. But I'm guessing this is just another case of "I read it somewhere, so now I'm an expert."
Now, I know you're trying to come across as some kind of degenerate, but let me tell you, buddy, you're not even in the same league as the real deal. You're like a bad parody of a try-hard teenager trying to shock the grown-ups. And that comment at the end, "I don't even have any friends"? Yeah, that's the only honest thing you've said, and it's also the most pitiful.
So here's the deal. If you want to play the role of the rebellious, nihilistic, sex-obsessed whatever-you-are, at least put some fucking effort into it. Be more interesting, be more outrageous, or just be more honest. Because right now, you're just a joke, and not even the funny kind. You're like a bad knock-knock joke that nobody wants to hear the punchline to.
And by the way, I'm not even going to get into how unoriginal your whole story is. I mean, come on, you couldn't even come up with something a little more creative? It's like you took every bad 90s movie and mashed them all together into one big mess of a story. So yeah, step your game up, or just step aside, because right now, you're just a waste of space.