The more journals I read, even at random, on different blogging sites, the more I realize I am entirely unoriginal. This includes but is not limited to: emotions, experiences (both physical and mental), future plans, even the phrasing in these journals is about the same way I'd express myself (in some cases, better).
Pathetic. But then again, I like me. One of the few to do so. I guess that's the only way to really handle life and still strive for happiness when the original, "real" you just isn't quite good enough.
Also, I'd like to note that most people and things ARE "real," in the sense they EXIST. People tend to forget that when speaking, though I will allow for imaginary friends. But even those guys tend to be more "real" to some people. I'm going to try to replace "real" with words like honest, genuine, and actual depending on the circumstances.