mood swinging catastrophe

i'm bitter. utterly malignant as a vicious predator who hasn't had its meat for days to count. i've honestly never felt so much abhorrance within and, worst of all i can't pinpoint its source. is this really how it feels to be pms-ing? i'm usually emotional and teary eyed cum a week preceding my cycle, but not usually this mad. i'm practically stomping the keyboard now. i can't figure it out.
if i could, i'd go up to every person i've somehow encountered unsatisfaction with and let them in on my piece of mind. i realize that i've kept quiet and dismissed my thoughts too often, in order to seem to be the better person. i'm not one to initiate an argument, much less cause a scene, and maybe the snowball effect of years of concealing my distress, is this.
in commemoration of the country's 50th year as an independent constitution, i too, crave the liberty to be unconstrained by other people's definition of the word; be able to chart my own course, and to drive destiny into my own hands.