basically anyone who can identify and personalize their "alters" is a fucking liar and not to be taken seriously
that doesn't mean they don't have a mental illness
Rusty never cleaned his room, and always wore smelly clothes.
Brenda liked icecream, and made us fat.
Giancarlo dropped us out of school to become a guitarist & street performer.
Despite this, i loved them unconditionally.
I have had several personalities, all of which committed suicide after they met me, Marcus, landlord of the fortress.
EDIT: i still visit their virtual graves in my head, but can't bring them flowers because of Finn's religious stance on idolatry.