to the grave if I must

Why do I always get the hormone-overload, but never the small-town-band-orchestra? I get all the signs that I should get a visit; stomachepain, craving for liqorice and chocolate and insane switches in my temper. But no visit. No release. Just happiness, annoyance, anger, sadness and tears and pain all mashed up inside. And no fucking release for it. I wonder if this would be easier if I was a man. Sure I'd have a tent in the morning, but maybe my temper would be more even.