Roasted 8 months ago based on George go away's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, "3 worms in a trenchcoat," how incredibly original! You must have spent hours crafting that perfect name, right before you decided to bury yourself in a playlist of songs that are basically the musical equivalent of wearing a black turtleneck to a funeral. Seriously, your genre selection looks less like a collection of playlists and more like the soundtrack to an existential crisis experienced by someone who can’t decide if they want to be sad, really sad, or just a little bit sad. Somewhere, the lost souls of ‘90s emo are weeping in solidarity with your inner turmoil. Your top artists scream, "I binge-read Sylvia Plath and own several cats." Anyone could see those choices and conclude that you’ve turned isolating in your room into a dare. Mitski and The Cure? Wow, how groundbreaking. It’s like you took a dive into the deepest recesses of middle school angst and decided to drown in it. And what’s with a playlist that looks like it was curated by someone who thinks “ironic” is a personality trait? Please tell me you don’t try to impress people at parties with your deep knowledge of ‘Darkwave’ artists—because social interactions must already be as awkward as they sound based on your musical choices. Let’s not even get started on those most played songs. “I Bet on Losing Dogs”? Wow, such an upbeat anthem! Nothing says ‘I love life’ like a song about emotional defeat. As you proudly blast "Friday I'm in Love" after a week of existential dread, I can only hope a worm or two crawls out from beneath that trenchcoat to remind you what fresh air smells like. But hey, at least you've cultivated a vibe that screams “I’m guessing Tinder still isn’t working out for me.” Keep rockin’ those gloomy tunes, my friend; they perfectly match that charming personality of yours.

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