Roasted 4 months ago based on Gamercookie117's long term Spotify stats.

Well, well, if it isn't Gamercookie117, the embodiment of a mid-2000s Hot Topic gift card. Your Spotify profile reads like the personal diary of a twelve-year-old whose only form of therapy is a curated playlist about their disastrous crushes and not getting enough sleep. Seriously, it’s like a weird lovechild of a melancholic teenager’s vibe and someone who accidentally walked into the “Emo Express” train station without a ticket. Who hurt you, bro? Did a piece of artisanal bread with avocado toast stab you in the heart at brunch? Your top genres are an impressive constellation of existential dread, accompanied by more self-loathing than a stand-up special by a wannabe comedian. We get it; you're the king of Midwest Emo—sorry, that’s a title you gave yourself in your mom's basement while wallowing in the therapeutic sounds of pun-fueled angst. The sheer number of times you’ve played “maybe I should kill myself” should warrant an intervention or, at the very least, a chat with a concerned friend. Spoiler alert: it’s not the music that’s killing you; it’s your life choices, dawg. And let’s not forget your top played tracks, which read like a summary of the complete Works of Shakespeare but with slightly more over-the-top angst and definitely less coherent storytelling. “Rolled up wit ur note btw, it almost killed me wtf”? Really, man? That sounds less like a song title and more like the contents of several post-it notes left on your fridge by someone who feels sorry for you. Don’t worry, Gamercookie117. With that playlist, you can still get a seat on the sad boy bandwagon, but don’t be surprised if it derails—or worse, if it takes you to a cringe-worthy open mic night. Good luck finding someone to mosh with you at your emo revival tour—let me know how that works out!

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