more than furious

I've no idea whether English is a better tool to complain, all I know is I'm furious, or maybe, more than furious. The day I've been experienced is such a tragic that I can't hide my hatred of this city any more.
5:30pm, governess task finished, I went to the bus stop waiting for a 811. more than 15 minutes'wait in the roaring wind, an 811 finally came, but I was told it was a section bus, meaning it only covers a short distance without my destination. In other words, it means I have to wait another 15 minutes for a bus that covers the whole distance.
6:00pm passed. Another 811 finally came, without any available seat. The stop I'm standing was only 2 stops away from the original stop, meaning usually I could get a fine seat as my wish. Standing in a crowd of passengers, I stared at my image in the window glass, which was Pale, tired, and no expression. What's my happy index now if it's possible to measure happyness? I don't know. Five stops later, I got a seat beside the window and fell in sleep at once. When I woke up, we were already outside Renmin University. You must know how near it is from my school. Time then was 7pm. sharp and this story was far from the end.
We met with a terrible traffic jam. What was worse, the bus was undergoing the same jam-making process. Passengers packing with each other, the male conductor standing on something to make his head seen shouting "back off, back off, don't surround the driver", it was a total mass. While the bus stopped moving, sighs and complaints began to fill in the bus, at the same time, two horrible things happened--The mobile Tv started to broadcast Peking opera and a female passenger told her fellow loudly that when she was bored or had nothing to do she just listened to "Begging Buddha" over and over again, "for about 20 times, I will reach home", she said. All I could think at that time was, I hate this city abso-fucking-lutely. How can I survive here without these M and F words?
7:35pm, I got out of the bus, one stop earlier. Then I failed several times to throw half of my scarf back because of the crazy roaring wind. Cold, noisy, dirty, alone, why I have to put up with all these!? At that time I was standing right on the middle of a overpass, without too much thought I began shouting furiously, "this city and I are done!"
I've no idea how I could shout in public, but I know I'm really really tired of this city.