Chronicles of a HeadCase

Sometimes in life, we have to be cruel to be kind. Its always easier being the nice guy, as oposed to being the bad guy. Being the bad guy, for the sake of someone is not easy, since they tend to hate you after and you will have to hide your own pain.

I feel it is more painful and cruel to give a false sense of hope, it is the cowardly way out of life. In my experience, its better to severe ties before the bonds form roots into the heart of someone. It may be painful to cut ties before arteries are connected to the heart…  Connections, society and relationships are what makes us human, but make no mistake. It can kill who you are as well. And we know, what does not kill us can only make us stronger, wisely put by Friedich Nietzche, its best then to survive the operation of severance, so that we are able to form new attachments. For every end, there should be a new beginning. At least I’d like to think so…

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Casey Seow

You watch as they lose themselves more and more, sipping on chalice of sinful malicious poisons. Throwing away all reason for a season of mindless mirth. What nocturnal creatures could find humor in such ludicrous white discussion and not to mention a complete disarray of sentence without a sense of penance in the world. And out of sheer ressentiment, you intervene.

You have passed judgement… why do some of us envy another’s mindless rage and passion for the destructive nihilistic war path to self devastation? Because we do not allow ourselves to be that way, the control is so painful sometimes, the pain itself seems to provoke the control and ultimately who we are… the conflict does not lie with those who lose themselves in whatever intoxications they can muster, but the watcher who chooses to intefere with another’s way of life is the one who impose their values and judgement. For who are we to determine how one chooses to live or die?

In case you were wondering, i’m usually the one getting intoxicated