Is It Just Me?

Okay, so every election, I get geared up. I make sure I know everything about each candidates platform. That was until, I turned 18. I can officially vote, there is an election right around the corner, and I have no idea what is going on. As it gets closer and closer to election time, I get scared. What if my vote doesn't count? What if I vote for the wrong person? But is there a wrong person? Because, after all; they are all politicians.

The 7 Year Old Me

Sometimes I wish it could just go back to a time where I cared more about losing my dolly than my bestfriend. A time where my biggest fear was the monster under my bed. When the biggest decision I had to make was lace or velcro shoes. I time where everything was so simple. If only I could go back to the 7 year old me. No responsibilities, no decisions and no regrets.

Double trouble

Alright, so here is my beef of the week; double standards.
What is up with it, seriously. Guys can go gallivanting around like no tomorrow, do what ever they wish with almost no repercussions. Girls, however, have to hide in the dark because, god forbid, if she decided to get a tattoo in a certain place, sleep with more than one guy or even kiss more than one guy, she is a whore; where as guys are praised. I am not a feminist or anything like that. I enjoy misogynistic jokes as much as the next person, but seriously, girls should not have to feel as though they're going to be judged for any decision they make. Girls get bad reputations for acting the way guys do all the time. 

Okay.

Have you ever wondered if you're making the right decisions, or if you've been making the right decisions? That has been the only thing on my mind lately. What if I've made the wrong decisions. Well, I say to hell with it.