Luiza at home, head resting on her hand, looking into the camera
me, thinking about it
Hi, I’m Luiza.

Life has been happening, and I’ve been thinking about it. Asking questions. Being the judge. Blaming myself.

I’m the only one who feels this.

Turns out there’s no unique experience. We all go through the same things and feel the same things, and that’s what makes us human.

So this is my notebook. Questions we all have, and my take on them, with a few philosophers and psychoanalysts who felt it first.

— L.
don’t know your question? start with the feeling:

Contents

tally = people who’ve been there too
01
Why do I feel guilty for outgrowing a friend?
written after a coffee that went quiet
02
Why do I feel nothing when I finally get what I wanted?
written after a Monday on the sofa
03
Why do I ghost people I actually like?
written after eleven days on read
04
Why do I miss my hometown but never want to go back?
written with a cup of tea, not a plane ticket
05
Why do I become a different person around my family?
written after someone took the good chair
06
Why do I read my horoscope if I don’t even believe in it?
written after a creative breakthrough, apparently
what’s your “why am I like this”?

Anonymous. I read all of them, and some become entries.

one question, every Sunday

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