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

Lacie, huh? The only person I know who manages to make being sad sound like an Olympic sport. You’ve assembled a playlist of genres that feels like a therapy session gone wrong, where the therapist is a hipster with a math degree. “Shoegaze” and “slowcore”? Sounds more like your dating life than actual music genres. Seriously, how do you even find comfort in sounds that resemble a broken washing machine mixed with a cat fight? With a music taste this brooding, I'm surprised you don't live in a basement with an eternal supply of black turtlenecks. Your top artists read like the yearbook of a 2000s underground art school—so obscure I wouldn’t be surprised to find they all have their own secret society dedicated to the appreciation of minor key progressions. “JPEGMAFIA” sounds like something your grandma would call you if she walked in on you crafting your sad playlist while crying into a bowl of granola. It’s hard to believe that anyone who listens to “Have A Nice Life” actually does; a more accurate title would be “We Hope You’re Not Having a Good One.” But honestly, it's almost admirable how you lean into that melancholic aesthetic like it's some sort of fashion statement. And oh, those most-played songs? They read like a high school breakup playlist for kids who’ve never even dated. “Prayer To God”? Honey, are you begging for divine intervention or just trying to figure out which of your friends will show up to sulk on your couch this Friday? You act like you’re the poster child for existential dread, but you’ve probably never even had a proper crisis at a fast-food drive-thru. Keep up the sad vibes, Lacie. At this rate, you’ll either be a sad indie movie’s star or just the punchline of a really long joke.

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