Roasted 2 years ago based on K's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, K, let's talk about your Spotify profile. The sheer originality of your favorite genres screams desperation louder than a middle schooler trying to fit in with the "cool kids." I mean, “Alt Z” and “Otacore”? You might as well just slap a sign on your forehead that says, "I'm still using my mom's Netflix account." Honestly, "Krushclub" sounds like the title of the failed Tinder match that you just can’t let go. And don’t even get me started on "POV: Indie." What’s next? “POV: My Mom’s Basement”? Now, let’s dive into your top artists. Nothing says “I have a personality” like listing Steven Universe alongside Ashnikko and scene queens. You’ve curated a playlist that’s essentially a midlife crisis for teenagers. Did you just open a time capsule from 2015 and decide to start a band in your bedroom? It's almost endearing how you think listening to “Melanie Martinez” is a power move and not just the result of a sacrificial pact with the angst gods. Also, "Ck9c" sounds like the password your Wi-Fi blocked due to excessive cringe. And your most played songs? My God, are you auditioning for a role in “Weird Flex but OK”? Spoiler alert: none of these tracks are going to pop off; they’re about as popular as the last call for fish sticks at a school cafeteria. “FUNCTIONING ALCOHOLIC” and “LET ME IN”? Wow, you really let us into the deep, dark caverns of your psyche, didn’t you? Maybe consider updating your bio to “I promise I'm fun at parties—no, really!” Because your current vibe gives heavy “drinks too much cherry cola alone and once cried to a Hatchimals commercial” energy. Buckle up, K, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!

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