I always see the trees to spite the frigging forest!

Mood: astounded, frustrated, clear.

FRELLING FRELL FRACK FRIG!

Don't you hate it when things click into place?

When clarity hits you in the face?

I never realised, but it all makes sense.

And if I had taken the chance to think about it I would have behaved entirely differently.

Sorry.

This epiphany hurts.