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

Winter, your music taste is a treasure trove of emotional turmoil. I have to commend you for managing to find the most melodramatic paths through the painful underbelly of life, all while keeping your Spotify wrapped looking like the soundtrack to a mid-2000s emo kid's diary entry. Seriously, you have enough screaming and angst on your playlist to keep a dozen teenagers in their feelings for at least a year. Who hurt you, and can we collectively throw your headphones out the window to finally release that pent-up energy? It's like you took "I want to listen to the sound of my own suffering" and turned it into a full-time profession. Your top artists are basically the hallmarks of trying to sound tough while wearing eyeliner and pining over someone who definitely doesn't deserve you. I mean, bringing Bring Me The Horizon and Linkin Park into this just screams, “I’m wearing all black and I don’t care about your happiness!” Newsflash: your Spotify is basically a one-way ticket to the emotional support group, but hey, at least it has a killer breakdown. And can we talk about those most played songs? You’ve got tracks in there that could serenade a tragic breakup, yet the only heartbreak you're likely dealing with is the searing pain of realizing you just streamed “#BrooklynBloodPop!” for the hundredth time. The juxtaposition of names like “Stand Atlantic” and “Somber” really captures your unique ability to put "fun" into functional misery. So kudos, Winter! You’ve somehow turned self-pity into an art form—and just when I thought modern angst couldn’t get any more niche, you prove me wrong.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!