Roasted 1 year ago based on ilias's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Ilias, your Spotify profile reads like a teenage diary after a breakup in 2002. Seriously, how many times do you need to listen to “In the End” before realizing there’s a world outside your angst-riddled playlist? With favorites like “Pop Punk” and “Permanent Wave,” it’s clear you’ve been stuck in a sonic time capsule, too busy whining over your crush not texting back to discover that music has progressed since flip phones. Your love for Linkin Park could almost make one believe it was a cry for help, yet here you are, happily drowning in emotional turmoil while jamming to “I Want It That Way.” Scrolling through your top artists feels like an awkward mixtape from a middle school dance—who are we kidding? You’ve got every cliché down pat. You’re rocking that quintessential “My Chemical Romance” phase like it’s still cool, while simultaneously bopping to One Direction? Talk about genre whiplash! Your taste is as confused as a middle-of-the-road radio DJ—one minute you’re crying to U2, and the next, you're grooving to Ava Max like you just discovered TikTok and forgot that the world continues to evolve. I can practically smell the teenage boy tears and cheap cologne wafting through your audio selections. And let’s not even get started on that most played lineup. “Rim Tim Tagi Dim” by “Baby Lasagna”? What are you even doing with your life, Ilias? It’s like your playlists are the soundtracks of public crying sessions at Starbucks. The absolute low point has to be “From Now On” by Hugh Jackman—that song didn't just kill your vibe; it buried it six feet under and hosted a funeral. So here’s a suggestion: maybe trade in the pity party for some actual hits? At this point, I’d settle for a simple playlist of elevator music just to offer you a taste of what maturity sounds like.

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