Grace is an enigma. The words are smothering, stealing her breath slowly each day. Chances are it'll be the death of her. Chances are it'll be her undoing. But maybe, just maybe; there's a miniscule probability of it being her 'doing'. "Maybe," his eyes held mine steadily with a sad smile, "Maybe we're not meant to be perfect. Grace is for the Graceless." -- This story is MINE, the characters, the scenarios and everything else was created by me. Please do not steal.

[closed] i get lots of requests in my inbox for covers so i thought i'd just make a cover book for everyone to request in! ✿

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

Life is a roller coaster. We all ride it. They have ups and downs, but no matter what, It'll always be rough in some way possible. I know others who also commit to self harm, its hard to quit, its like trying to quit drinking as an alcoholic, or stop smoking, but I'm not the only one who feels the need for perfection, I know I'm not close to "Scratching the surface" not even two inches of the ground. I did get bullied; I cut, I tried to commit suicide twice! I was kidnapped and knocked out for 2 weeks, but somehow, I've ended up in the hands of One Direction. I dont know when I'll ever reach perfection, or being Miss. Perfect, but I do know right now I'm not even close. Boy, this will be a story to tell to my future kids one day. "When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are." ― Donald Miller