The fear when people genuinely like you and you can’t fathom why.
Wondering if they have you confused for someone you believe they deserve, someone who doesn’t have the qualities you hate the most about yourself.
When you look into my eyes, I’m struck by dolonia, and I’m sure you’ll leave me soon
an original and creative insult used by Merlin to insult Prince Arthur. It manages to be sassy but still somewhat cute at the same time.
“i may be a wimp, but at least i’m not a dollophead”
“there’s no such word”
“it’s idiomatic, you need to be more in touch with the people”
“describe dollophead”
“in two words? prince arthur”
The frustration that you'll never be able to understand another person's pain, only, ever searching their face for some faint evocation of it, then rifling through your own experiences for some slapdash comparison wishing you could tell them truthfully, "I know exactly how you feel."