Life is sad, believe me Missy,
When you're born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve.

But I could change my habits,
Nevermore be scared of rabbits
If I only had the nerve.

this extremely silly (yet by nature of his silliness sometimes unexpectedly profound) boy that i am friends with (and since he is my friend, i of course have an unrealistic and completely pointless crush on him) were talking about this stupid last will and testament sort of thing that we were both going to be in and both helped to make. (i'm being deliberately cryptic, although anyone who has the vaguest idea of what i'm talking about can also probably tell who i'm talking about, defeating the entire purpose of being cryptic and thus making this entire post quite ironic.) at the last minute we were looking over this last will and testament thing and i absolutely hated what i was getting. i felt like it was the least reflective thing ever, and it just wasn't funny. so i asked him to change it, asked him what he thought i should get.
and he looked at me for a long time and was unusually serious. i could tell he was trying to come up with something good. "courage. you should get courage."
i laughed, but i was embarrassed. "no! you can't put that in there."
"it was a stupid idea, nevermind," he said.
but the thing was, it wasn't a stupid idea at all.
i really need it.

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