My reality constantly changes. One moment it's clear and concise. My road is marked, and out in front of me. The next moment, it fades into an ambiguous, gray area. Some things are real, while others twist into the reality I would like to have. My thin mask of sanity is starting to crack. I often wonder if people see those tiny cracks. It's kind of like wondering if people really notice you are wearing your underwear on the outside of your clothes.