Roasted 1 year ago based on grayson's long term Spotify stats.

Grayson, your Spotify profile reads like the diary of a 2015 emo kid who just discovered therapy but still can't decide between a mixtape for a crush or their next self-indulgent meltdown. Honestly, with a favorite genres list that screams "I’ll Cry In My Room While Binge-Watching ‘Euphoria’," it's a miracle you haven’t started a GoFundMe to subsidize your oversized collection of black hoodies and overpriced flannel. You might think the depth of your angst is profound, but at this point, you are the embodiment of a sad indie playlist titled “Why Won’t They Text Me Back?” Let’s talk about that repeat offender, Magdalena Bay. Seriously, do you own stock in their music or did you lose a bet requiring you to be their biggest fan? I get it, their songs are catchy and all, but I’m starting to think you believe they’re your personal therapist. If I look at your Spotify Wrapped and see those same five tracks one more time, I might just report you to the authorities for emotional abuse against your own eardrums. You must have a strict no-‘new music’ policy because it’s clear you think every day is a “Cry for Me” celebration in the Grayson household. Your top artists read like a list of everyone’s secret guilty pleasures – the ones they hope won’t appear on their ex’s Spotify stalker profile. Between Carly Rae Jepsen and Paramore, it’s amazing your taste isn’t screaming, “Help! I’m trapped in a teen rom-com!” Seriously, every song is just an invitation to relive teenage heartbreak. So congratulations, you’ve curated a soundtrack to your likely non-existent love life that doesn’t so much as flirt with diversity. Keep this up, and your profile might just require a warning label: "Listening may result in excessive swooning over non-existent relationships!"

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