I don’t know what I am doing. 
I don’t know what I ought to be doing. 
I don’t know why life is happening the way it is happening. 
I don’t know who I am. 
I don’t know what I want. 
And above all, I don’t know why. 

Feels like a transitional phase. But hasn’t our whole life felt like that. 

I don’t have any answers for you. I’m more confused within myself- completely more so than the situation itself is confusing me. 
And it’s not just our situation, darling. But every other situation in my life right now. 
Confusion and tiredness and a dumb-luck faith which drives me to look forward to another day. 

What can I tell you that I could tell myself. 

I don’t know why your life is like this or why my life is like that. 
I don’t know why. Why didn’t we meet in the middle and go from there on together, like we promised eachother we will.
I don’t know why our dream future did not manifest, not even a little. I don’t know how today a year ago is not like today right now tonight. 
Why all my ‘writings’ didn’t manifest. 
It might be something else that I’ve written ages ago. 
Weave of stories. Seemingly randomly joining. But we know that everything happens because it should. 
Supposed to. Right? 
It’s happening in all kinds of different ways in other realities. 
Parallel weaves of stories. 

What else can I say?

I don’t know how to help you.
I’m lost