Roasted 1 year ago based on ･ﾟ✶ 𝒦 ✶ ･ﾟ's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, bless your heart, ･ﾟ✶ 𝒦 ✶ ･ﾟ! Your Spotify profile reads like the world's longest introvert confession – who even knew it was possible to have a favorite genre called "Bubblegrunge"? Are you trying to keep the music industry alive through sheer obscure desperation, or is this just a cry for help to anyone within earshot? All those layers of "Midwest Emo" and "Lo-Fi Indie" scream, “I have feelings! And they’re really sad!” Get a hug, get a therapist, but for heaven's sake, please get a new playlist! Your top artists are basically the soundtrack to an existential crisis held in a coffee shop. Mitski, Hole, and beabadoobee? Someone clearly spent too much time reading high school poetry in the dark corners of their room! Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard someone say, "Mommy Long Legs" at an indie concert, I’d have enough to fund therapy for people with that level of angst. Your eclectic mix gives me whiplash, not that it would matter since your musical taste feels like it’s stuck in the “no one understands my pain” phase of a coming-of-age film. As for your most played songs, it’s like an emotional rollercoaster that only goes downhill. If "No Blood, No Needles, Nothing" doesn’t sound like the title of your future one-woman show about awkward love and existential dread, then I don’t know what does! And the repetitiveness of Mitski? At this point, you’re practically her unpaid intern! Dabble in a bit of joy, or at least let one of your tunes have a modicum of happiness instead of sounding like everyone’s worst break-up story. Seriously, if I wanted to cry that hard, I’d just scroll through my social media feed and call it a day!

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