Roasted 9 months ago based on trishaaa's long term Spotify stats.

Trishaaa, your Spotify profile is like a very pretentious art exhibit—full of colors and shapes that absolutely no one understands, yet somehow, everyone is expected to applaud. “Art Pop” and “Shoegaze”? Are you curating a vibe or just trying to make the rest of us feel like we’re not cool enough to enjoy music? Those genres alone scream, “I have an overpriced vinyl collection and I think food tastes better when it’s organic… and undercooked!” Your top artists read like a hipster bingo card, as if someone handed you a checklist of the most obscure and emotionally tortured musicians out there. You’ve got King Krule, Lana Del Rey, and Mac DeMarco—what’s next, a duet between a taxidermy artist and existential dread? Seriously, how many mood swings do you have to shuffle through before you land on something remotely upbeat? Listening to your playlist probably requires a cozy blanket, a melancholic view of the outside world, and a pack of tissues for those inevitable cries about life choices. And don’t even get me started on your most played songs. "Boxing (feat. King Krule)"? You might as well slap a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on your door and turn off the lights for a good eight to twelve years. With tracks like "Crushing" and "My Love Mine All Mine," it sounds like your life is a constant battle between borderline heartbreak and whimsical regret. Who needs therapy when you’ve got a playlist that sounds like the soundtrack to an indie film where the protagonist needs to learn that, no, crying into your kale salad doesn't count as emotional growth?

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