I just decided that it is time to confess to myself, and pen down the confession in form of a blog to refer back to this assertion whenever I feel like denying it, which I am sure will follow right after posting this one. Anyway, as usual, a messy start to a confession. Without any more confusion, here I go:

How much ever I try to believe and pretend that I do not care for people who do not care for me, actually like every other person, I do care for people around me, and I am exceptionally vulnerable to the way they bother me. I am sensitive, in fact way too much sensitive in this regard. And the proof is the I-don't-give-a-damn-to-whatever-it-is attitude I sport in front of the mirror. How much I hate being bothered by others, and how much more I hate to realize the fact that others do bother me without a real useful purpose, and how much more I try to disguise my tantrum as a don't care outlook towards those things I can never give a damn!!

May be, what I wrote is true, but I don't give a damn, you see....