Roasted 5 months ago based on 𝚗 𝚊 𝚒 𝚗 𝚒 𝚔 𝚊's long term Spotify stats.

So, 𝚗 𝚊 𝚒 𝚗 𝚒 𝚔 𝚊, your Spotify profile reads like a script for a coming-of-age movie set in a high school where everyone is obsessively sad but still manages to get straight As in whining. With "Bedroom Pop" hitting the top of your favorite genres, it’s clear you are emotionally prepared to lie in your bed all day, staring at the ceiling while contemplating your life decisions. But hey, at least it’s nice to know that your biggest ambition is to become a professional ‘not-so-dreamy dreamer.’ Your top artists list is an impressive collection of heartbreakers and emotional wrecks. You must have the emotional maturity of a soggy tissue, given that your playlists are the aural equivalent of a diary full of existential dread and unrequited love. Seriously, what happened to you? Did you lose a game of “who can be more tragic” with your Spotify friends? The only thing more predictable than your top artists is how many times you've played "Summertime Sadness"; we get it, you're still waiting for summer to arrive in your life—let us know when it gets here! And the songs? Wow! “I miss you, I’m sorry” by Gracie Abrams? Sounds more like your daily mantra rather than just one song on repeat. You’re a walking advertisement for overpriced therapy sessions and a little too invested in Lana Del Rey’s imaginary heartaches. I can only hope you’ve got a hidden playlist titled “Things That Will Actually Help You Get Out of Bed” because from the looks of this profile, it seems like you merely exist to soak in those moody beats while striving to win a medal in “looking tragically introspective.” Good luck with that!

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