Venting Machine

Ok today is one of those crappy days where ones frustration level is ticking and is ready to explode at the drop of the pin. Tears are ready to flow out any moment, for the silliest reasons and almost everything and everyone is out to drive u to the edge, and almost push u down the cliff . People seem inconsiderate, life seems unfair... When u are all set to run to the most important person in ur life they seem to have their own mood swings and issues and instead of a hug all u get is a cold shoulder. At such times I wanna just show my middle finger to the world and cut myself off frm the world which doesnt understand me, despite the fact I have always tried to give the best of me. I wanna swear at every person who comes infront of my face, not matter if the person has not said or done anything wrong and i wanna strangle my dear ones cause they fail to understand the me inside me... Instead here I am trying to act mature and clam stting on my desk, venting my frustration on a page rather than to the world . It feels better but not good enough for me.