Adaptation.

To adapt is, by definition, to adjust, to modify, settle to new conditions. It's the process of change. The process of the well known statement of 'out with the old, in with the new'. Adaptation can be easy, enjoyable. But, it can also be a very difficult process. For myself, it's the latter, but I suppose the idea of time is what eases this difficult process. I just wish 'time' would get a move on and do its goddamn job.

I've never properly blogged before. I've come across many blogs of various purposes, food blogs, fashion blogs, inspirational, motivational blogs. It's amazing what's out there. I guess this blog is, quite blandly, just about my life. I feel as though blogging can be a great outlet, which is what I'm always searching for.

So I guess I should probably introduce myself...

I'm 18 years old from Australia, just finished high school and am about to embark on my next journey of University. My passion is music and more importantly, singing. I've been singing for as long as I can remember and it's a hobby that keeps me sane, grounded. I'm a thinker more than I am a talker. And when I start thinking, I don't stop, and it all goes downhill from there #overthinking. I wear my heart on my sleeve, probably dangerously selfless and love those who are not deserving. I am very emotional but, I also can become cynically numb if things are too hard. For some stupid reason, I have this irritating trait of seeing the good in everyone, it's quite frustrating to say the least. I am a horribly loud laugher and will laugh at basically anything. I don't always say everything that's on my mind, probably why I have a history of being taken advantage of. At the same time however, I have a history of going back and forth, running away from my troubles, and then coming back for more...it's probably the thing I hate most about myself, my inability to let go. I'm also not the prettiest, skinniest thing in the world, I wear make up not to impress others, but for my own self recognition, which I think is more important than the recognition from others. Yes, when i sit down, i have two rolls bulging over one another, and once upon a time that used to make me cry, but now, I've grown to accept how I am...and tell myself I have no right to complain if I'm not doing any exercise to deal with the issue to begin with :P I have loved and lost and am currently undergoing my own journey of adaptation, as difficult as it has been. Finally, you should all know, that sarcasm is my second language, if not my first. I am so sarcastic half the time that I don't even realise that I'm doing it, I literally have to make an unbelievably conscious effort to try and stop myself.

As you can see, I'm just your average girl and this blog is more just for me than for everyone else, but whoever does take the time to read it, thank you, I hope I don't bore you to death :P But seriously speaking, I guess this blog is essentially a part of my healing process, my way of adapting.

Take a listen to my absolute favourite singer, The Weeknd. This one's called 'Adaptation'.

Until next time,

Kept Girl