I still want to finish her. I can only do it if I have God's help, because I know I need it. But if I don't have it, my Tulpa is still nothing but an idea.
I want a Tulpa because I'm alone in my head. I observe the world by thinking about it, and I often feel misunderstood because no one bothers to see the world like I do. Not that I expect them to, but it would be nice sometimes.