Most boring summer ever.

At first, this blog was full of rant. But the title was supposed to be "Most Boring Summer Ever" so it had to be about the boring summer. So I took out the rant :P

Every year just gets worse and worst. When I was younger, I was able to go outside and bike with neighbors and just play tag. Now, I just sit in the house with my eyes glued to the computer screen, trying to find something to do. Yeah, you're thinking "Get a life!" And well, I couldn't agree more. I want to go out, explore, take pictures for memories, or do something! But no, being the well protected child I am, I can only go to places if the King and Queen says so. And they'd have to be the one to pick me up, or drop me off. If I am to find my own transportation, it has to be an adult. What if it was a friend? What if it was a sibling of a friend? Of course it would be a no. Why? Apparently, in the eyes of Asian parents, all teenagers are seen as horrible people who have nothing better to do than get in trouble. I don't know why, but I feel like I deserve some trust. I feel like I am not trusted... at all. My parents think I lie to them and that it's because of the people I hang out with. I can't believe they think that at all. The people I hang out with do not consist of any trouble maker. None. They all have better grades than me. They participate in all these academic things. They are so sophisticated and talented. While most of my friends get a boyfriend or girlfriend behind their parents' back, I don't! I don't lie to my parents because I end up guilty. I have always told them the truth. But apparently, because of little misunderstandings, it lead them to think I am a liar (I'm crying as I'm writing this, so it's taking me forever). It hurts me that they don't believe me and don't trust me. I have friends telling me how lucky I am. How great my life is. But is it really? How do you know? How do you know that I am not hurting? How in pain I am? How lonely it is. I may see the world bright, sunny, and "beautiful." But hiding in the corner is the real me who sees nothing but darkness.

So what I wanted to do since the beginning of summer was go to Disneyland's summer night thing, go bike at the beach, take ulzzang style pictures, take cue picures, karaoke, lose some weight, get really nice new clothes, go to Knotts, hang out with Lizzie and Grace, and a few other things. Guess how many of those I did. None. Nada. Zip. If I want to get them done, there's only one thing. Only one problem stands in the way: FIND A RIDE. I am at the age where I can drive. Unfortunately, my fear of driving has prevented me to do so. You're thinking, "Why are you scared? Just be careful." Well, if I walked out at night on the street and "be careful," does that exactly mean I'm safe? What if I'm careful and some driver just rams into my car? What if someone is standing far away with a weapon ready to attack? *knocks on wood*

If I won the lottery, I would totally get a driver, hahaha. Oh, could've won the lottery if this one thing didn't happen, which I am pissed about.