I know im going crazy not like "oh look at me" but im ashamed and confused of why this happends. I talk to my reflection, whole coversations and arguments. If it is a mental illness I dont know the name of it. I mean if I was an edgy fuck i would claim tulpa but we both know thats not the case.
Despair of The Endless lives behind mirrors. Those wishing to honor her keep a room in their homes that is free of all furnishings. Her cold, damp realm is of grey fog with mirrors floating about, through these she watches. Her familiars are rats, her sigil a hooked ring.
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Most people do that, but it has to make sense. If it just random babble, then you know who to contact.