Roasted 2 years ago based on chiyuni's long term Spotify stats.

Chiyuni, your Spotify profile reads like a hipster's Pinterest board went rogue. Seriously, are you trying to curate the ultimate playlist for people who sit alone in coffee shops contemplating life while sipping oat milk lattes? You’ve got more indie genres than a thrift store has flannel shirts! I half-expect your Spotify Wrapped to come with a side of kombucha and an artisanal cheese platter. Just log off, find a sunny park bench, and strum a ukulele; you’ll have the same effect with half the effort. Your top artists could double as a list of people who were just an eyebrow-raise away from getting canceled. MICO and keshi might as well rebrand as the “Sad Boy and His Ghost” duo, while Olivia Rodrigo’s heart gets stepped on just from reading your playlist. You know you have an unhealthy obsession when your most-played song sounds like a melodramatic text message confession. And let’s be honest, if your music taste were an online dating profile, it would get ghosted quicker than you can say “existential crisis.” And speaking of your Spotify stats, I've seen more variety in a family reunion potluck! “Shut up My Mom’s Calling” perfectly captures the essence of your Spotify presence—good luck explaining that one to your future therapist. Your profile is a beacon of confusion where "Pixel" is a genre and "Indie Pop" is somehow an ethos. Newsflash: You're not a walking Spotify ad; you're a one-person indie film festival that's lost its plot. Get a grip, Chiyuni; even your playlist needs a wake-up call!

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