I hate it when good people suffer. It seems to happen so much, people that don't deserve it at all. Nice, kind, intelligent, decent people are robbed of their friends, family, hope, self esteem. I wish I could so something, make it so that the assholes get what they sow instead of plowing scars into the lives of other people. Sometimes the injustice of existance just boggles my mind. Makes me wonder how people can think God is compassionate. I know he is, and I know the final compassion is entry into heaven, but does living really have to be hell for good, honest people?
I submitted four poems to a magazine today. I wonder if they'll get accepted. That'd be pretty damn cool, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I think i'm going to enter some of my poems in a bunch of poetry contests... predominately ones that offer money prizes because I am a college student in desperate need of funds. I would just like to get something published... and I think a couple of my poems are killer. Realistically however, I probably wont win anything or get published but I'm young and there's time.