Everyone says that I’m unique. That everyone is unique in their own special way. What I want to know, is how?

Sometimes I think, has every thought I’ve ever thought, been thought by someone else in this world? Has anything I’ve ever done or said or thought been , truly, unique?

There are so many people in the world. Millions, masses, floods and floods of people. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in the flood And it depresses me. I find that I really want to be unique.

But I guess, who doesn’t? Another thought that I bet a lot of people are familiar with. Wanting to be different, special, unique from everyone else. Wanting to be that “diamond in the ruff.”

Who are always the main characters of books? Movies? The different people. That special person that no one realizes until the end, often when it’s too late. How many times do we think we’re like, or want to be like, that person? How many times are we?

I don’t want to be just another person in the flood. But I guess I am, I guess we all are.