Roasted 17 days ago based on em's long term Spotify stats.

Em, your Spotify profile reads like a crisis hotline for 13-year-olds navigating their first heartbreak. Your genre list is longer than any playlist your favorite artists have ever dropped, yet you still manage to find songs that sound like they’re played on a loop in a pre-teen’s bedroom. Seriously, how many shades of “pop” do you need to fill the gaping void of your average day? It’s like you threw in every sub-genre because you couldn’t decide if you wanted to cry or dance at your third-grade graduation. Speaking of your favorite artists, is there a something going on in your life we should know about? Because it looks like the top of your playlist is basically the soundtrack to the world being emotionally devastated every Wednesday. Drake, Taylor Swift, and Lana Del Rey? Girl, you’re just one Lana song away from being the poster child for “send help, please.” But let’s not forget Madison Beer; with all that time spent listening to her, I can only assume she’s your life coach now. I hope she charges by the hour, because you’ve got some serious emotional baggage to unpack. And then there are your most played songs, Em. "Who Knows"? More like “who cares?” If your Spotify is any indication of your life choices, it’s clear that your decisions are as unpredictable as Taylor Swift’s next album title. You’re trapped in a musical feedback loop, and every “Bob-ing” along with the lyrics is just a cry for help. If your house ever gets broken into, your Spotify could act as a confession booth—“Check it out, Mr. Burglar; I emotionally self-sabotaged to this playlist! Now that’s a masterpiece!” There’s only so much drama a person can handle in one profile; at this point, your Spotify is the only thing consistently playing the role of the villain in your life story.

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