#thenewromantics

Listening to The Archer for the first time hit me like a ton of bricks. It brought me right back to how I felt as a teenager. See, there was once a girl who hid from everyone — even herself. A girl who was exhausted when she woke up in the mornings. Someone who was desperate to do anything, anything at all but come out. She hated her reflection, and how damn good she got at pretending. Her entire identity felt like a lie she couldn’t dig out of. Even worse, a lie that everyone could see right through. Who would want to be with someone who couldn’t love themselves? It felt like a losing battle. She was filled with despair, and ached for change. She drove herself to the cliffs edge. It was through silent screams she realized it was time. She’d either live authentically in life and love, or not live at all. Ready for combat. Finally, she understood why people lost their minds and fought the wars. That girl was me. And, now when I wake in the mornings I feel free; I was able to step into the daylight, and let it go.