If only I could swear in another language. 
Or maybe two, or three..you know if I really needed to let rip. To let it all out. To vent my spleen.
Constant craving.
Constant frustration.
It’s bad form to tell you what, in colourful lurid detail. So it would be helpful to explode in fluent French (for example). I don’t know anyone in France who would be offended.
Suffice to say ….
STUFF!
In BIG capital letters with exclamation marks, maybe even a couple of asterisks, and a few intimated read-between-the-lines f words.
