I am Infp. I am 1-5% of the population. I am Heartfeld.
Ezikiel hates his life. He hates how everyone says he's wasting his potential. Hates how his peers treat him. Their words are not unlike a vacume slowly sucking out his soul. Mostly, though, he hates himself. Everytime he does something, whether it be good, bad, or none of the two, the end result is unfavorable. Often making him retreat even farther into the soon to be empty shell that is his body.
Not wanting to live in this cruel, uncaring world, he retreats into another one. The world of his imagination, where he can be free to do whatever he may want. However, their is a third world. A world that he cannot escape. The one that spits upon the laws of physics, and the man who dubbed our world reality. This world is the world governed by his emotions. Everything that happens in his "real" life, affects this world. Their, he is known as Heartfeld. And their is where he is forced to live, whether he believes it or not. Where he is forced to relive moments in his life, over, and over, in strange new ways.