Roasted 23 days ago based on Dante.H's long term Spotify stats.

Dante.H, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtracks to a dramatic teen movie no one asked for, featuring a plot where everyone wears black hoodies and cries into their lattes. With a lineup that touches every depressive subgenre from Emo Rap to Folk Punk, it’s a wonder you haven’t licensed a song titled “I’m Not Crying, You Are” for your life’s trailer. Seriously, if diagnosing music taste were an Olympic event, you’d win gold in dodging any semblance of happiness—or sunlight. Your top artists look like they formed a support group for alternative misfits, while the titles of your most-played tracks read like the world’s bleakest Mad Libs. “Mexican Radio” and “TERMINALLY ONLINE DUDE SIGNS RECORD DEAL?” C’mon, are you trying to win the award for saddest playlist of all time, or are you just planning to start a GoFundMe to pay for your therapist? I, for one, can't wait to see the movie adaptation of your life—starring a bunch of existential crises and a search for Wi-Fi strong enough to support your misery! And what's with the “Math Rock”? Are you trying to calculate the exact angle of your loneliness or just trying to ensure your playlist is as confusing as your dating life? If you put as much thought into your social interactions as you do picking your tracks, it’s no wonder you might be rocking out alone in those jammies after all. But hey, at least you’ll always have the comforting embrace of your Spotify stats to keep you company—because no one could judge you harder than you already do.

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