Roasted 4 months ago based on isaac's long term Spotify stats.

Isaac, your Spotify profile is a tragically beautiful mess—like a thrift store explosion in a sad emo teenager's bedroom. With genres ranging from Cloud Rap to Jangle Pop, it’s clear you're just a hop, skip, and a sad leap away from starting a one-man band called "Melancholy Misfits." I mean, seriously, you’ve got more musical moods than a high schooler dealing with their emotions during midterms. At this point, your playlist should come with a complimentary side of angst and a bottle of eye drops. Your top artists list reads like a career retrospective of a middle school poetry club that just discovered heartbreak and the Internet. “Lil Peep” and “The Smiths”? That’s a combination so confusing it could only exist in the mind of someone who’s trying to collect all the existential dread available in the musical universe. And what’s with the obsession with songs that have titles eerily reminiscent of bad teenage graphic novels? “Nope Your Too Late I Already Died” sounds like the caption to your last Instagram post about a bad breakup. I’m shocked your entire life isn’t just one giant Spotify Wrapped called "How to Be Sad, Volume 1." Your most played songs list could be misinterpreted for a funeral playlist mixed awkwardly with a “moody beach picnic” tape. It’s a wonder none of these tracks have names like “Hey, Remember That One Time I Cried in the Shower?” or “The Struggles of Being a Human Disaster.” I can practically hear your tears hitting the play button. You should really add a disclaimer stating that listening while also contemplating your life choices is highly recommended. At this rate, your next step is just singing sad songs to your plants—at least they won’t judge you for your tragic taste in music.

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