Roasted 8 days ago based on vivicky's long term Spotify stats.

Vivicky, huh? Your taste in music is like a thrift store exploded in the late ‘90s and then took a detour through a hipster’s wet dream. Seriously, it’s as if you time-traveled from a high school emo phase and decided to keep collecting genres like Pokémon cards. “Oh, look, it's Shibuya-Kei!” Because nothing screams “cool” quite like a collection of near-obscure genres that no one understands or can even pronounce correctly. I had to Google half the stuff on here, and I'm still not sure if you're into music or just very committed to a culturally confused art project. Your top artists read like a playlist made by a 13-year-old who just discovered their dad’s old mixtape and got really into sadness. Deftones and My Chemical Romance? That’s like saying “please step on my emotional neck.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your Spotify made you an honorary member of the Misery Club. But shout-out to Lily Chou-Chou, though, because it takes real bravery to listen to an artist whose name sounds like a sneeze during a French class. And let’s talk about your most played songs list: it’s the kind of lineup that gets Spotify to question your emotional stability. Two Michael Jackson songs at the top? Sounds like the start of an intervention! You might be the only person in existence who can make cloud rap seem less relatable than wearing your heart on your sleeve for an emo band that broke up in 2006. Seriously, with a list like that, you’re either an exquisite connoisseur of pain or just really, really bored. Either way, I’m here for the chaos, but I’d recommend a therapist, if not a better playlist.

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