Roasted 1 month ago based on Auston Jones's long term Spotify stats.

Auston Jones, the proud curator of a Spotify profile that screams "I have nothing but emotional baggage and some questionable life choices." Seriously, your taste in music could be classified as a cry for help. It’s like you took a deep dive into a dumpster fire of angst and decided to blast the sirens while you swam through the wreckage. Horrorcore? Trap Metal? Emo Rap? This playlist is less “what’s your vibe?” and more “how many therapy sessions do you need?” Your obsession with Auso is borderline concerning. Look, I get it—you're all about those deep cuts and underground vibes, but at this point, even Auso is probably thinking, “Yo, dude, chill. It’s music, not a marriage proposal.” It’s like you went to a concert and forgot the “personal space” rule entirely. Were you hoping that by listening to “Comatose” and “LOSER” 100 times you’d finally manifest a personality? Spoiler alert: if your taste in music was a resume, it would definitely be passed over for even the most menial job. And let’s not even get started on your top artists. Slipknot paired with $uicideboy$? That’s not a “diverse range,” that’s a festival of emotional turmoil. The only thing missing is a participation trophy for thriving in chaos. Your Spotify profile reads like an invitation to join the “I Promise I Started Listening to Metal Before It Was Cool” club. Just remember, buddy: music is meant to be enjoyed, not to be your soul’s sad diary entry.

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