Cheaters are losers

I hate contests.

Tomorrow, I’ll lose another one. I don’t deserve to win, but I don’t think I deserve to lose to the piece I’ll lose to.

But it’s all right. It’s fine. I’m no saint myself.

What I can’t quite understand: I’m about to be beaten by a writer who has commitment enough to vote a billion times for his own story but not enough time to fix flagrant typos in his submission.

Fucking world’s backwards, yo.