Camel on the down low

It seems like this blog has taken a turn for the worst. It seems that all I do anymore is record my insecurities and misadventures about boys. But boys can't possibly be the be all and end all of my life.

So many things happen in life. So many things make us happy. Why have I stopped talking about how I feel about everything else in the world? Have I stopped feeling these things? They seem so insiginificant.

Am I losing sight of life?