Roasted 1 year ago based on seaslugsoup's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it’s trickyjuggalo, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of emotional breakdowns and teenage angst. With a taste in music that dives deeper into the narrow confines of “Midwest Emo” than a high schooler’s diary, it seems like your Spotify library is the soundtrack to a high school play that never got off the ground. Honestly, if the music were any more sad, we’d need to start a GoFundMe for your therapist. Your profile screams “I wear black hoodies and cry alone in my basement” louder than a high school talent show where the only act is a spoken-word poem about sadness and feelings. We see you rocking those indie darlings and emo legends like it’s an exclusive club, but the only thing exclusive here is your ability to bring the mood down faster than a pitiful meme from 2012. Those top songs are basically a guided tour through your emotional trauma, making it sound like you have a guest appearance by “regret” and “poor life choices.” Between “I Hate My Mom” and “Cigarettes out the Window,” it’s safe to assume your mom probably wishes she could hit shuffle on the last 16 years of your life and take a mulligan. But let’s talk about your selection of artists, too. Between Lil Peep and Insane Clown Posse, you’ve really nailed the paradox of being moody and ridiculous at the same time. That mix of “Folk Punk” and “Horrorcore” makes it seem like your Spotify playlists are the lovechild of a renaissance fair and a 2002 mosh pit. So here's to the fact that your music taste makes you feel deep and misunderstood, when in reality, it just sounds like you’re one bad breakup away from writing your “Life is Pain” manifesto. Keep juggling those emotions, trickyjuggalo; we’re all just here for the entertainment!

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