Roasted 7 months ago based on Blythe's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it's cosmos! The only person I know who could turn a Spotify playlist into a Barnes & Noble clearance section. Seriously, your favorite genres read like the soundtrack to a hipster art installation that no one asked for. Shibuya-Kei? Really? What were you hoping to achieve? A musical identity crisis? It’s like you took “I want to be unique” and turned it into a full-time job. I’m not saying you're trying too hard, but your playlists are screaming, “Please validate my existential dread!” And your top artists? Wow, it's like you gathered every sad girl from every coffee shop and held them hostage in your playlist. Lana Del Rey to Mitski to Taylor Swift? It's a wonder you're not composing poetry while weeping into your oversized sweater. Mix it up a bit; we get it, emotions exist! But we’re all tired of touching the ‘sad girl’ trope as if it's the only thing keeping you alive. How about a little Arctic Monkeys to shake off that mopey vibe? Or would that disrupt your carefully curated mood of "I’m desperately single and have a huge collection of vinyls I never play"? Finally, can we discuss your most played songs? It feels like you’ve constructed a personal therapist playlist titled “Help, I Can’t Cope with Change.” Like, I’m right there with you! Between the bittersweet anthems of Mitski and the nostalgia-laden classics of The Beatles, you’ve crafted the ultimate soundtrack for a quarter-life crisis. Sure, “Hey Jude” is a classic, but I can't help but feel it's the perfect backdrop for all your bad decisions. Keep it up, cosmos; at this rate, you’ll be the reigning champion of “Most Likely to Cry in Public.” Bravo!

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