Harry was walking alone on the never-ending road of burden, pain, grievance and fear.

It is really uncommon for me to blog twice a day. Usually I do not do that. Nay, I do not particularly like blogging. Not at all. But I seriously have something to say. Or maybe to be precise, I seriously want to say that I have nothing to say. Okay, go figure that out. If you are me, you will know how I feel. In previous entry, I have quoted that blog could be a result of an "unfortunate lack of a listening ear". By then, I thought it is really unfortunate enough. Lack of a listening ear. But now, for my particular case, there is not even a listening ear. How very pathetic! There are people out there who could treat their blogs as a virtual person to talk to, but I simply do not trust my blog at all. I could not confide my feelings (note that I do not use the word "secret", because I do share some of my secrets with my closest friends, or in some case, I keep no secret to them) to it. I have tried to confide them to someone, but, unfortunately, they were unable to understand the significance of them. Hence, I give up. Keep them to myself. Or maybe one day someone could finally understand. Someone could finally enlighten me. Are you the one?