to be lost

We spend too much time trying to get out of it because it felt like we were stuck there, forever. We couldn't eat properly and we hardly ever had any sleep at all. We were working the whole day, everyday, suffering from the horrors of that castaway life.

So we left. And it felt right.

But now we cannot find a meaning to all that. We left, now what? We don't know what to do out here, we don't know how to live anymore. We need the bar, we need the sun, we need the people!

We can't survive out here.