I think understand the meaning of "real" you are trying to convey. But I'm not fond of this usage of the word. It kind of invalidades the "realness" in the experiences of depressed people, NEETs (like myself), and usually social outsiders. But the suffering is very real, the emptyness, the looking at my ceiling crying out to any hipothetical being out there to have mercy on me and take my life. The lack... oh the lack... the lack of meaning, of affection, of purpose, of the will to do anything....The lack is excruciatingly real. This fucking hell feels deeply real to me, all the time. Though I could say I am not so real for the rest of the world for being kind of a loner. In fact I wish all of this could feel less real. But I guess even the impression of the unrealness would also feel very real. Being alive in my life sucks I guess.