Roasted 3 months ago based on olivia's long term Spotify stats.

Olivia, your Spotify profile reads like the emotional narrative of a teenager who just discovered eyeliner and how to scream into a pillow. Seriously, with a selection of genres that’s more angsty than an emo kid locked in their room after a breakup, it’s hard to believe you haven’t developed a permanent scowl. If there’s a musical hierarchy of despair, you’ve ascended the throne and crowned yourself the Emo Queen, ruling over sad songs as if they were your loyal subjects. Listening to your playlist is like taking a trip to the Hot Topic clearance rack. Let’s talk about your top artists. Panic! At The Disco? You might as well have just listed your Instagram crush’s most embarrassing moments; it’s just as cringeworthy. And La Dispute? They’re not even hiding the fact that they’re just a soundtrack for your impending existential crisis. “Enjoy” is literally your number four “artist,” but let’s be real, how can you enjoy anything when your essence is based on screaming and existential dread? I’m convinced the only thing more tortured than your playlist is the poor Bluetooth speaker trying to keep up with your emotional rollercoaster. And wow, “I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard”? Talk about a cry for help – girl, I'm worried more about your mental state than your Spotify Wrapped! Maybe take a break from "Doom Metal" and give bubblegum pop a try. Who knows? A little Katy Perry might even bring some sunshine into your life instead of the shadowy gloom that seems to hang over you like a heavy black curtain. Just remember: Life’s too short to be lost in the abyss of sadness – unless you're in a really intense breakup, in which case, go ahead and curse the universe through your playlist.

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