Lost

I don't know what I want. What to be or who to be. I don't know who I want to talk to or what to say. Nor do I want to think about the next day.
I have not goals, plans or aspirations. I'm stuck on floor 1 with 101 Dalmatians. Some times I can't breath when I think about what everyone expects of me. I just want to be me for being me and run free as happy as can be. But for now I'm lost. Utterly and hopelessly lost.