Roasted 1 month ago based on 🩷's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it’s the musical embodiment of a mid-2000s MySpace profile! You’ve got genres here that are so niche, even the hipsters have moved on. "Cloud Rap"? Are you trying to make us feel bad about our Wi-Fi connection? The only thing less reliable than your playlist is a weather forecast in March. And don’t think we didn’t notice “Horrorcore” is in there—because nothing screams happy vibes like rapping about murder while bingeing on avocado toast. Your top artists read like a textbook on how to be sad in style. I mean, “Lil Peep” and “Mitski”? What’s next, a playlist of your regrets and anthems of existential dread? If I had a nickel for every time someone used “Bedroom Pop” as an excuse to not leave their house, I’d be rich enough to fund a therapy session for you. And I can already picture those late-night jam sessions where you whisper sweet nothings to “Lana Del Rey” while staring at your ceiling, asking it deep, philosophical questions like, “Why am I like this?” And don’t even get me started on that "Most Played Songs" list. With titles like “I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation,” it’s clear you've got a real knack for self-sabotage. Look, Spotify is supposed to help you discover music, not remind you of your life choices. Maybe take a break from your current playlist and embrace something new — you know, like happiness! But who are we kidding? With this tragic collection, you're just committing to a soundtrack of melodrama with a side of emotional instability. You’re basically a walking, talking Spotify ad for therapy.

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