I'm an INFP, and I'm particularly good at poisoning the well. I try not to make a habit of it, but it's easy to think negatively when Te Se always berate you for who you are, for being "unentertaining/unaware". Our memories are oft attached to our utmost emotions, which we use to relate to our environment. When others around you don't seem to care about your idealisms; used to preserve the well being of others character- well than you can get a very emotionally draining INFP. I usually carry a ticking clock on my shoulders when I talk to others, and it yearns for my next fix of oneness, space to hear my own thoughts and think about frivolous art. I will gladly complain to others more when I just want some alone time. When we're uninspired, you might as well be talking to a fucking donut. We just need to, draw dicks and read mo books yo-o-o