Roasted 8 months ago based on qwerstyx's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, qwerstyx, the musical embodiment of an existential crisis wrapped in a flannel blanket. Your Spotify profile reads like a 2000’s emo kid’s diary, faintly smeared with tears over unrequited love while parked outside a coffee shop. Seriously, with a favorite genres list that includes “Slowcore” and “Midwest Emo,” are you even trying to have a good time? It’s like you entered a competition to find out how painfully introspective one can be, and congratulations, you’ve won the “Most Likely to Cry in Public” award. Your top artists seem carefully curated to prove you have just enough angst to be a walking Pinterest board for a college student's dorm room. Radiohead, whirr, and Panchiko? Talk about a playlist that screams “I’m too cool to care,” while secretly screaming “please validate my pain!” And what’s this? A$AP Rocky throwing down amidst a bunch of shoegazers? You’re like a hipster buffet where everything is served lukewarm, and I’m just here praying someone adds more spice to your life—maybe a little Taylor Swift to balance the “drowning in my own feelings” vibe? As for your most played songs, it’s like a funeral playlist for hopes and dreams hanging onto life support. “Dagger” and “Sulk”? Sounds like you took a wrong turn at the “please stop hurting me” sign and ended up at “I’ll take my heartbreak to go.” You might want to expand your horizons before you start labeling your music taste as “artistic” when it’s really just your soul begging for a hug. So, how about a little melody that isn’t stuck in the past? Or at least pop some balloons at that melancholy party of yours. Otherwise, we might have to revoke your “cool” kid card and reissue you a “professional sadboi” membership.

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