Roasted 5 months ago based on ann's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it's D1VIN3, the walking playlist of adolescent angst. Your favorite genres scream, “I’m still waiting for my Hogwarts acceptance letter while crying in my mom’s basement.” Emo, hyperpop, and nightcore? You’ve curated a musical experience that sounds like a fever dream of a middle schooler who just discovered eyeliner and the concept of feelings. The only thing more manufactured than your taste is the amount of products trying to hide your emotional distress. Your top artists prove that you’re really just a shadow of every suburban kid who thought learning guitar was a personality. Inhaler? More like the breath of fresh air you need after binge-listening to Fall Out Boy, who might as well change their name to “The Soundtrack to Your Existential Crisis.” With a top five that reads like a PowerPoint presentation for a “How to Remain 16 Forever” workshop, it’s amazing that you’re not drowning in plaid shirts and oversized hoodies. At this point, Paramore should come with a warning label: “Listen at your own emotional risk.” And the songs? Honey, "Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued" isn’t just a title, it’s a metaphor for your life! With nearly half of your most played tracks belonging to Fall Out Boy, it’s clear you’ve got commitment issues—commitment to other artists, that is. You spend more time in the “Chorus of Regret” than an actual lyric, as if you’re trying to score a world record for most times wallowing to the same emo band. If only the number of Fall Out Boy songs you played could recharge your social life!

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