my name is pure in grace and bright and illustrious. i like to eat chocolate, but not in the dark and i love to have dreams; i sing with the cranberries and i hate to have water run down my face. i'm depressed in the winter, but smile in the sun. and i still hate the dark. my heart has been trampled, but now it's in love with a five-star classy guy. i read emerson, shakespeare, and jacques and my favorite smell is lilac. i love to be happy, but i'm still depressed in the snow and i still shiver in the dark. i dry roses that complement my azure, crescent eyes. and my pet peeve is having my hands wet. i like to breathe fresh air which is why i must sleep with my mouth open. and i still dream a lot, but i grow nervous at the thought of my face being wet. i pick on myself for not being perfect and i cry when i realize i'm not. my self-esteem fluctuates (that's really quite normal) and i'm content to be alone, but not on a stage. i act my heart out, but only for my sake and i'm ready to go off to college. but... i'm still pure in grace and i still like my chocolate and i love to have dreams and i smile in the sun. but... don't bring on the winter, don't splash me with water and please never leave me alone in the dark.