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

Welcome to the pseudo-pleasure chamber that is ✨OrionOrionOrion✨'s Spotify profile—where the only thing deeper than your love for "Midwest Emo" is your emotional stability. I don’t know if your music taste is an artistic expression or just a cry for help, but at this point, it’s hard to tell where your angst ends and your Netflix binge-watching begins. With a top list dominated by artists with more syllables in their names than lyrics in their songs, it's safe to say your earbuds are screaming for mercy while you submit yourself to a vortex of teen melodrama. Ten genres deep, and I'm beginning to think you’re trying to single-handedly revive the emo scene in a world that has moved on faster than your last three relationships. “Math Rock”? Seriously? At this point, I’m half-expecting your Spotify Wrapped to just be an equation explaining how much you dislike yourself. Your taste in music is like a massive red flag at a punk rock parade—while everyone else is figuring out how to grow, you’re still manically scribbling "I’m not okay" on the walls of your self-esteem. Honestly, it’s impressive how you've managed to bring together all the heartache of a heartbreak mixtape into one palatable playlist, like a sadistic DJ at a funeral. And let’s talk about your "Most Played Songs"—what a chaotic mix of nihilism and nostalgia. Congratulations, your taste makes it seem like you went to the thrift store of sound and just bought everything with a sad title. If “SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD” isn’t the official soundtrack to your life choice at this point, then I don’t know what is. It's almost inspiring, really. You’ve curated a playlist that single-handedly proves that despite the variety, you’ll find a way to embody the middle schooler that writes poetry in the back of the class with your head down and earbuds in. Keep it up, and maybe someday, you'll evolve to listening to... *gasp* happy music. But for now, we applaud your dedication to wallowing in the dark abyss of your own selective despair.

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