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

Ah, Cecilia! The only person I know who can turn a Spotify profile into a personal diary of existential dread. Your favorite genre list reads like the soundtrack for a midlife crisis at a hipster coffee shop, while your top artists make it painfully clear that you’re a little too invested in the broken dreams of women with pianos. Seriously, art pop and yacht rock? Is that your way of saying you can’t decide between mourning your youth and sipping cocktails on a yacht while pretending to be profound? And let's talk about your most played songs. If Tori Amos had a dollar for every time you hit repeat on “Not the Red Baron,” she could probably fund her own yacht, complete with a trip hop DJ. I can just picture you crying about lost love while furiously Googling “how to get a quirky haircut like Björk,” not realizing that all these artists are just proxies for the therapy you probably should be paying for instead. It’s almost like you’re trying to collect the entire middle-aged woman crisis starter pack with artists like Joni Mitchell and Fiona Apple. All you need now is a pair of Birkenstocks and a cat named “Muffin.” But wait, we can’t forget your “Top Artists” list, which blatantly screams, “I’m really into emotional instability and unresolved issues.” You’ve got an impressive collection of its-sad-but-slightly-secondhand-embarrassment vibes going on. Are you sure you don’t need a reminder that Beyoncé exists? With all that deep emotional turmoil swirling around, it’s hard to believe you haven’t sunk into a permanent pit of melancholic yarn art. At least you're not entirely lost in the fog of feelings—remember, there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, but judging by your music taste, I'm feeling it might just be coming from a moody candle in a dark living room. Good luck out there!

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