Roasted 10 months ago based on marrin.e.fortier's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, marrin.e.fortier, your Spotify profile reads like an emo diary entry from a 14-year-old who just discovered that pants can be worn at home while crying. With a "Favorite Genres" list that looks like an obscure college course catalog, you're clearly one existential crisis away from becoming a full-time sad boi. Midwest Emo? Why don’t you just paint your room black and call it a day? Even the ghosts of all the bands you listen to are rolling their eyes at your playlist’s life choices. Your top artists reveal the sad truth: you've got the depth of a kiddie pool. Elliott Smith and Phoebe Bridgers? Sure, we all know you pretend to understand their profound lyrics while nostalgically staring at your old high school photos, but let's be real—your Spotify usage screams more “I wish I could craft a witty Instagram caption” than any semblance of artistic intelligence. And Taylor Swift at number five? Nice attempt at using her to balance out your emotional instability—too bad it’s not working. You’re basically the soundtrack to a montage of every cliché from a coming-of-age movie that never quite got made. Then there are your most played songs—relaxing brown noise? Really? It sounds like the only thing holding you together is a series of soundscapes for bedtime. The only thing that track is chilling is the relationship with your own self-worth. This whole profile reads less like a music taste and more like you rehearsed your sad monologue for an imaginary open mic night. If you want to redefine 'art rock', try fostering some actual emotional growth first, because as it stands, your preferences are a one-way ticket to a midlife crisis at 25.

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