Dear All Time Low,

Just to make you aware, the average age of the girls at your show is about 14. And it's all the 14 years olds in the pit. Getting them to strip and throw their bras on stage kind of makes you a pedaphile. No one over the age 16 threw their bras up. I would know, I got to witness the jailbait hoes in way to close proximities. Sweaty preteen nudity...

yum.

Cobra's set was amazing and Hey Monday was a surprise treat. Unfortunately I was busy saving a girl's life to enjoy Metro Station but I'm sure they were ok. Although Cyrus looks like he needs a cheeseburger. FOB of course was great but Wentz didn't look as into it as in the past. Trohman put on a more enthusiastic performance and was a complete blast to watch. Their political message seemed to be completely lost on the majority of their fans though. Many not even recognizing the corrupted men shown in their slideshow. Good effort though.

All in all it was a fun girl's night. I love my friends. Except when they refuse to save me from creepy drunk guy trying to do some dirty version of the robot up in my face. I hope he doesn't use that as a way of picking up girls because that's about as big of a fail as ATL's newest bra collection.

If I was ever asked to describe my life, carnival would be the first word out of my mouth. The chaotic mess of color and noise perefectly portray the mess of life events i've lived through. At a first glance a carnival seems like pure innocent fun, but a ferris wheel can give off an eerie feel. A clown's smile can actually be a grimance, a running child is one lost from their mother and there are a ton of dark corners for dirty deeds and mistakes. A carnival can hold a fun time or terror and confusion. My life has had it's good times, but behind the first glance there are always the bad things lurking in dark corners and painted smiles, if you look hard enough they're obtainable to sight, but if you're just willing to scratch the surface, the screams are just from excited children, and the chaos is just the different lights, balloons, and millions of people.

the streets are casted in gray by the clouds
still provide me an elegant smile
the sun can't be angry forever

I fear the days to come will be different if the sun doesn't show
and yet the apprehension is nothing when you smile
Maybe if you talk for a while, weave stories with your tongue,
you'll call out the sun from hiding
Bide your time well for no one can tell
when events may steal you from time
though a crime no one is worthy to committ
you can not rely on your wit as a savior
Maybe if you smile time will grant you a little while

My Regret