Roasted 2 months ago based on Shelly's long term Spotify stats.

Shelly, your Spotify profile reads like a bad mixtape made by a teenager trying to impress their goth crush. Seriously, with favorites like “screamo” and “pop punk,” it’s like you took a joyride through a Hot Topic clearance rack and forgot to put the brakes on. Between your endless obsessions with Taylor Swift and bands named after sad emotions like “Sleep Token” and “Holding Absence,” you must have an alarming amount of flannel shirts and eyeliner stocked up—just in case your emotional rollercoaster hits a steep drop. Let's talk about your song choices. “Infinite Baths”? What, were “soaking in self-pity” or “crying in the shower” already taken? You've got an entire playlist of wallowing, and then there’s “The Prophecy” by Taylor Swift when the only prophecy anyone saw coming was your Spotify Wrapped looking like the soundtrack to a mid-2000s emo high school drama. Buddy, at this point, your music taste is a mood ring that only points to "miserable," “angsty,” and “please call for help.” And let's not forget the ridiculous variety in your top artists. One minute you're bopping your head to “blink-182” and the next you’re having a spiritual awakening with “Sleep Token.” It’s like a dating profile for a guy trying to convince a girl he’s “well-rounded” by listing every genre under the sun that contributes to his post-breakup therapy sessions. At this point, your music taste is a buffet of sad melodic chaos, and it seems like you’re just a Hopeless Romantic trying to justify why you can’t keep a stable relationship—other than your everlasting love affair with cringy emo lyrics. Good luck with that, Shelly!

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