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

Ah, *bloodhound*, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of angst and whispered feelings! Your music taste is like a high school diary came to life, filled with enough pop punk and emo to drown out the sound of actual emotional growth. I can practically hear the clinking of your skinny jeans as you desperately try to fit in with the cool kids of your favorite alternative metal band. How many times have you told yourself that “pop punk” is an age, not a genre? Spoiler alert: it’s neither. Your top artists read like a "how to be a sad boi" guide that got run over by a bus full of Tinder dates. Seriously, Justin Bieber mixed in with a parade of sobbing wannabe rockstars? You went from “Baby” to “my life is a tragic romance novel” faster than I can say “cringe.” It’s almost admirable how you manage to curate a playlist that accidentally knocks over the emotional water cooler in every room you walk into. I’d offer a supportive hug, but I’m afraid you’ll interpret it as “dead inside” validation. And those most played songs? I see we’re going for the deep cuts—like the type of cuts you make in a desperate attempt to feel something. If “House party” is a suggestion to join the crowd, you might want to quit taking invites for fear of being the only one weeping into your neon-lit drink. Get a new playlist or at least a new therapist, my friend! Because at this point, your Spotify profile could be the soundtrack for a tragic romantic comedy that no one asked for.

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