
Now with a mouth full of newly cooked chicken breast, I am trying to think about the question: Why did I cry?
To be more precise, Why couldn’t I help but keep having nightmares about my old college times as long as I feel unhappy, especially about the graduation day when I was smuggling alone in the darkness trying to find his photo, hanging on God knows which wall of that frozen building?
I tend to get stuck and haunted by that “lucky†day every time sadness strikes me. But is this really about him? Not really.
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I am Camille, a strategic consultant & an amateur jewelry maker & a master’s degree holder in philosophy. This blog is designed to help me record my thoughts and hopefully to share content that might be of your interest.

Camille Wordsworth
I am Camille, a strategic consultant & an amateur jewelry maker & a master’s degree holder in philosophy. This blog is designed to help me record my thoughts and hopefully to share content that..
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