Stuck

I. am. stuck. Not stuck like writing stuck. Not in a bad relashonship stuck. Not even stuck stuck...just stuck. I;m in my room and bored out of my fucking mind. I just wanna run out of my house and find a small relaxing place to sit and stare at nothing but the blue sky. Maybe even draw. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't wanna be in my room anymore...In fact...I don't wanna be in this house right now. I don't wanna run away. I just wanna walk. Just walk. Maybe listen to music....but other than that I just wanna walk and keep walking until I find the perfect place to sit and relax...Who knows how far that is. Inches, feet, yards, miles? I don't know.