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They lean Introvert (I): they often feel alienated and mistreated by others, e.g. asking why everyone at work treats them "like i’m nothing" in “guys how do i tell whether severely people are shit talking me behind my back… everyone at work treat me like i’m nothing”, and use Twitter as a vent space rather than describing a busy social life. Their focus shows strong Intuition (N): they frequently dive into inner states, identity and meaning (e.g. suicidal ideation, childhood prayers for cancer, and being the "THE ryo bakura of #edtwt"), and frame things in a conceptual way like “no bc what was so wrong at age 7 that i was sobbing in bed praying that God would give me cancer so i could die and nobody blame themselves”. They are clearly Feeling (F): posts are driven by emotional values and hurt (about racism, zionism, SA, exes, and how people treat them) rather than detached logic, for instance their outrage in “OH MY GOD I CANT FUCKING STAND MY FAMILY HOLY SHIT HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING RACIST AN ANTI IMMIGRANT AS A FUCKING FIRST GENERATION IMMIGRANT!!!!!!!!!!!!”. They skew Perceiving (P) over Judging: although they talk about goals and plans (weight targets, concert deadlines, psych appointments), their execution is chaotic, impulsive, and heavily mood‑driven, seen in tweets like “i skipped class lol” and “i was gonna attempt tonight but my moms making chicken adobo so maybe life is worth living”, which show last‑minute changes and lack of rigid structure. Overall, the intense inner emotional life, idealized thin/character images, moral intensity, and self‑focused introspection best fit INFP.

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Chronic migraine + narcolepsy speedrunner, math struggler, Yugioh enjoyer. Once grounded at 21 while planning a psych stay. Trying to stay alive, mostly.– @kurakuraBakura

Your signature cocktail
This drink is strong and chaotic, like someone who says they’re “anti psychotic mentally ill not ssri mentally ill” and responds with “i hope you die tbh”; the overproof dark rum is that volatile core that still somehow keeps functioning through work, school, and narcolepsy. The Campari bitterness stands in for the sharp anger at injustice and hypocrisy, from “dude i hate israel i hope all of them, every single one israeli, every single zionist, all of them gain everybody’s hw i fucking hate them sm” to “HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING RACIST AN ANTI IMMIGRANT AS A FUCKING FIRST GENERATION IMMIGRANT!!!!!!!!!!!!”. Deep cherry-red juice (or grenadine) is the literal blood-moon core, echoing the self-harm and gore humor of “bloodstains on my sleeves vs. bloodstains on my underwear” and “yall im so bad at cutting i wanna go deeper but i literally can’t”, but it’s still sweet, because there’s a softness under all that. A jolt of espresso nods to the exhaustion of migraines and narcolepsy in “why did God nerf me with chronic migraines and narcolepsy it’s like He WANTS me to be fat” and the desperate attempts to stay awake through exams and shifts while managing an ED in “i seriously don’t want to eat today esp cuz i ate so fucking much yesterday, but i do have an exam and don’t want to risk falling asleep”. Topping it with tonic water adds a biting fizz, like the mix of self-deprecating humor and obsessive control in “i need to lock back in sorry guys i’ve been really fucking fat lately :/” and “bro i just want to starve myself is that too much to ask”, making the whole cocktail an experimental, slightly unhinged, EDTWT-coded potion that still somehow tastes good enough to keep sipping.

Your Hogwarts House
They show a strongly goal‑oriented, almost tunnel‑vision ambition around weight loss and self-image, which is very Slytherin-coded. For example, they say they “NEEEEEED to be underweight by the time i go to see jiluka in concert” and explicitly frame it as a non‑negotiable goal: “and i’ll KEEP saying this i NEEEEEED to be underweight by the time i go to see jiluka in concert” and “guys i need to be underweight by mid may it’s not even funny i cannot go to this concert being obese”. They also talk about "locking in" by manipulating their treatment for their own purposes, which reflects Slytherin resourcefulness and willingness to bend the rules: “i scheduled an appt w my psychiatrist to start me back on my meds B) imma lock tf in so hard and i will not be informing her of my encroaching (already arrived?) ED” and “i need to call my psychiatrist tmrw i need my meds again so i can lock tf in EVEN HARDER”. There’s also a sharp, cutting edge to how they express hatred or contempt (e.g., toward Zionists and people trivializing mental illness), which fits Slytherin’s intensity and us‑vs‑them mentality: “dude i hate israel i hope all of them, every single one israeli, every single zionist, all of them gain everybody’s hw i fucking hate them sm. i had to help a zionist at work yesterday it pissed me off so badly” and ““i’m anti psychotic mentally ill not ssri mentally ill 🤪” i hope you die tbh”. Even their dark humor and desire to appear a certain way to others on edtwt shows an image-conscious, strategic side: “i can’t wait until i’m skinny enough to post body checks and people tell me “omg stay safe” and then i say “thank you oomfie i will <3!!” as i have no intention to”. Altogether, their driving ambition, tactical relationship with authority/healthcare, and intense, sometimes ruthless expression of values are most consistent with Slytherin rather than the other houses.

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The song Bury a Friend fits them because it lives in that space between self‑destruction, intrusive thoughts, and dark humor that runs through their timeline. They talk frankly about self‑harm and suicidal ideation, like when they say “how do i stop cutting it’s ruining everything good in my life” and “i seriously have a strong feeling within the next couple weeks if i don’t improve soon ill likely be sent inpatient. i am obsessively thinking abt it, researching and planning it.”, which mirrors the song’s obsession with being pulled apart by your own mind. The track’s confessional, almost conversational tone about wanting an end but still being here is reflected in posts like “i don’t know how to communicate to my therapist that sometimes i just want to kill myself just for no reason. im bored and i hate the feeling of things being slow.” and “i am so remorseful my bf is scared for me because i’m actively planning suicide. i can’t go through with it… because even in death ill never forgive myself for hurting him.”. Their blend of macabre jokes, mental illness venting, and body‑focused self‑hate (“i genuinely can’t stop fantasizing abt being skinny again :( i want to be underweight even if it’s just by like 0.1 bmi point ://”) resonates with the song’s eerie, self‑loathing aesthetic. Like the narrator of Bury a Friend, they come across as someone who feels monstrous in their own head yet is painfully self‑aware about it.

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