Feeling stifled and claustrophobic for some absurd reason, when I am in a place where my feet are free to walk where ever they dream to. But I don’t know where I want to go anymore. I don’t know what I want, or why I want what I want. Feel like I need a good movie, a sob fest that might take something off my chest. Thinking of taking a trip somewhere alone and revel the silence. Perhaps that would help.