Roasted 11 months ago based on Rajine's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Rajine, the proud curator of a Spotify profile that looks like it was designed by a goth kid with a bad breakup. You’ve got more varieties of metal in your favorites than most shops have cans in the soda aisle. I can only imagine your life consists of crying under a dark cloud while blasting music that sounds like the soundtrack to a funeral for a broken soul. I mean, “Witch House”? Really? Did you lose a bet or just decide that too much sunlight was killing your vibe? Your top artists read like the guest list for a pancake breakfast hosted by depressed vampires. Mr. Kitty and Sleep Token? What are you doing, Rajine, creating a mosh pit in your kitchen while whipping up a batch of “Toaster Strudels for Sad People”? And Korn, really? The only thing worse than your music taste is admitting you still listen to bands that peaked in the early 2000s. Let’s not even get started on your most played songs list; “Dark Thoughts” followed by “Things Will Get Worse” reads like your personal diary. Are you trying to make your Spotify listeners weep, or is this just a soundtrack for when you roast marshmallows at your next pity party? But hey, who am I to judge? You’re out here promoting the depths of despair through synthesized beats and nu-metal riffs while the rest of us are just trying to get through our daily commutes without a mental breakdown. Keep living your life like it’s an endless cycle of midnight movie screenings and existential dread. Just remember, even dark clouds have a silver lining—yours, it seems, is a heavily filtered playlist that screams, “I definitely don’t need therapy!”

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