"Could anyone be as sensitive as I am?Why do people tell me that I'm naive?"Naomi always wonders about this .Several times a day."Why I am I difficult to get to know?"She asks herself frequently.That's because all the people close to her heart give this or a similar opinion.She loves to dream and spend hours doing that. So much that she rarely went to school or anywhere on time.She indulges in reading and writing constantly.But nobody seems to understand that she gets utmost pleasure when she engages in such things. She doesn't like it when people call her a crybaby. She feels like calling them names too, but almost always decides against it."They don't know me at all.I know what I am,right?Why bother about them now?".....She convinces herself like this very often.It doesn't matter what strangers talk about her either,but she wants to know what their craziest dreams ,wildest ideas and deeply felt emotions are.No matter what people say, she loves to delve deep into their minds and know all about their background, situations experiences,troubles ,so on and so forth.The thing is, all this overwhelms her, but she doesn't mind.All she wants to do is to bring peace into people's lives.As much as she can.
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