Roasted 4 months ago based on insi's long term Spotify stats.

Insi, your Spotify profile looks like a mid-2000s high school scrapbook exploded under a pile of emo tears and stale cereal. When your favorite genres read like a guidebook for the world's most angsty youth group, it’s hard not to question if you still have a MySpace account you haven’t touched since Bush was president. Seriously, "breakcore" and "melodic hardcore"? Are you trying to get your neighbors to file a noise complaint against you, or are you just that committed to creating a time capsule of teenage angst that no one asked for? Looking at your top artists is like taking a trip through a bizarre musical museum where the exhibits are curated by someone who really misses 2005, but also has a weird obsession with sad boy aesthetics and an inexplicable need for collabs featuring Travis Barker. blackbear appears on your list three times, and I have to wonder if your streaming history was taken hostage by a sentient bear. You’ve got more songs titled "grey" and "losing" than a melancholic teenager’s poetry journal. Just admit it, between all the "saves" and "losing" tracks, the only thing you’re saving is face in front of your therapist. And what's with the track "Rodeo Clown"? If that’s not a reflection of your love life, I don’t know what is. Is it too late to change your name to "SadPopPrince" because you sure wear your emotions like a badge of honor. But hey, if your vibe is "I’m both forlorn and slightly sarcastic, but also I can shred on a skateboard," then mission accomplished! Just remember: while you’re busy gatekeeping your sad music taste, the rest of us are binge-listening to Taylor Swift—because at least SHE knows how to turn heartbreak into a billion-dollar empire.

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