Alright! Does my site look lame to anyone else? Okie Dokie, I've decided to get a little help with it. Since I'm new to this kinda thing, I'm slowly learning. And I'm also kinda busy. With school starting and everything you guys are just gonna have to bare with me! Ok? I am working on some new stories and things and if I can get my links to wrok, they will be posted shortly,

Some quotes from people whom I wish to keep anonymous...

1) Destiny is the place to which people believe they are determined to be placed by other outside forces, not in their control.

2) Destiny is the measure of what your life is to be according to higher power...no matter what you call it..God, Karma, or The Fates.

3) Destiny is something or somewhere that you want to see or do. Like your destiny is your future.

4) I think Destiny is...ones fate in where they are heading in life.

5) Destiny is what is going to happen in the near future.

These are some deffinitions that some peeps gave me for their meanings of True Frindships...

7) True friends are those who love you through the worst of times...even when you find it hard to trust and to understand, the love is always there.

8) True friends are those who stick by you when times get tough, they are the people you can trust with your deepest secrets.

9) I think a true friend is someone that knows everything about you...(to the point that they could blackmail you with it) and they love you anyway!! Someone that respects you! and the people that make our lives worth living!! After all, what would we do without our friends??

10) Thanks to everyone who gave me their deffinition of these words. If anyone else has a deffinition that they would like to share you can e-mail me through the address at the bottom of this page!! thanx for your help!!

Escape From Life...

People ask me why,
why do I write stories,
stories in which no one has to cry,

People ask me why,
why do I write poems,
poems in which no one has to die,

Some poeple will never understand,
why I keep paper and pen so close at hand,
why should I go through so much pain and strife?
It's my only escape from life.

I could never run,
I could never hide,
so many memories have I to shun,
with no on here for me to confide,

I can't walk away,
I can't hide the pain,
I can push it all away,
but yet, the more pain there to gain.

Why can't people understand,
that keeping paper and pen so close at hand,
is a way to escape the pain and strife,
It's the only escape from life.