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Petang itu agak santai berbanding hari hari lain. Angin sempoi sahaja meniup rambutnya begitu sahaja. Secangkir kopi disisip perlahan. Entah apa anginnya hari ini mahukan caramel machiato. Sengaja dia pilih tempat duduk di bahagian luar. Sesekali dia hanya memerhati gelagat manusia yang berada di sekitar kawasan the curve. Entah macam mana dia tercuit melihat seorang lelaki berambut hitam keperangan dan memakai topeng muka hitam yang berjalan memasuki Starbucks. Seketika kemudian dia menjawab panggilan telefon bila tertera nama Diyan. "what's up?" "okay. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Ambil aku kat tempat biasa. " Segera dia menyimpan semula ipadnya ke dalam tote bag. Entah macam mana pula si Diyab boleh terlupa untuk membawa kunci rumah. Kakinya mula melangkah menuju mrt. Mujur saja dia tak perlu menunggu lama mrt. Sewaktu dia melangkah masuk ke dalam perut mrt, baru dia perasan sesuatu. The same guy that he saw at the Starbucks is taking the same mr

I watched SOLO by neddo. I know how it feels to lost someone that is important. a friend. a person that you care for more than anything. like a family member. Her name was Al. She vanished long time ago and there is no single clue about her. Day by day I waited for her. Until I lost my counts. and it is hurt.

Let me tell you my story. My hidden scars. I wonder, does it important to anyone? I never know. I had scars hidden on my left arm and my thighs. I cut it when I can't feel a thing. I cut it when I feel the pain is unbearable. I cut it when I was clueless. Somehow no matter how much the cuts are, a part of me still feeling empty. I want to die so badly. Wanting to end my life because there is no point of keep being alive. Am I important? Am I worth enough? I wish I could exchange my life with people deserve to be alive. Why I am still breathing? Do I have reasons to live? That were my question. I see doctors. I had my diagnosed. I had my meds but I am still feeling empty. I guess it won't change. At least for now. Few of my friends knew about it. They were so calm handling me. Some of them just can't stop blaming me for being depressed, for being suicidal. I tend to run to them when I was at my lowest point. Two of them are my favorite. One is Atria and the oth