I hate this!

I have been so sad all day today. I just started Wellbutrin two days ago, along with Klinopin. No I cant sleep and its nearly 5am. I am so angry my boyfriend doesnt even want to be around me. He may pretend he cares but who the hell would care about some crazy chick on a screaming rampage?! I dont even know why im mad. I almost broke my laptop because I just got furious and started punching it and then I just slammed it shut, threw it down and went off to hit something else that didnt cost near as much. Then my boyfriend asks me if I want to throw ice. I used to like doing that but I cant ever seem to throw it as hard as I want to and it makes me so angry. I cant get all of my anger out just by throwing tiny peices of frozen water. I want to smash glass plates, or a television, or a vase. Then he aske dif I wanted him to hold a pillow and have me punch him. i used to like doing that as well but before i wasnt nearly this infuriated. I dont know what to do. I cant destroy my entire apartment like I would absolutely love to do, but just sitting down drives my completely crazy inside. Im sick of this anger. It completely takes over my body and I treat my possessions and loved ones awful and I hate it. I dont want to do that.
I tried to tell my doctor about my agression, but she wont put me on anything because she doesnt understand how severe it is. When I go into my appointments I seem fine. Sad, nervous, and scared.. but fine. I dont seem like the type that would lash out at any given moment. Reason or no reason. I dont come accross to her as one that would love nothing more than to throw everything off of her counter, throw the chairs against the wall, tear the cushion off the bed, break each of her glass containers, pull the cabinet doors of the hinges and just slam them against the wall until I run out of energy. Then just fall on the floor and scream and cry and slam my fists against the floor and pass out for 3 months.
But since she doesnt know anything thats running through my mind or that I do when no one is home, she refuses to put me on anything. She just says oh, well your new antidepressant should take care of it. Well it wont. Just like the past four antidepressants I have been on, it will not work for my anger. Or my fear of going out in public. But this stupid broad is convinced that each new one I go on will fix me. Im sick of it. I want to see a psychiatrist in hopes that maybe they will be able to better help me with medication. Instead of prescribing me the SAME medication twice within a two month period.. Good thing I noticed when I got home that I was already on that medicine that she had put me on again that day. On top of that she had me on two anti anxieties.. Klonopin(.5MG per day) and Xanax(2-3MG per day). I started that combination and only did it one day. For that one day I was as high as a kite. I dont function too well when I am entertained by every little detail in the classroom or hallways around me. I am tired of going through this circus act of medication.
College students shouldnt be struggling this hard. But, i still have yet to realize that being ''R'ed'' and having ptsd, depression and anxiety attacks will make it a bit struggling. Never realized what victims/survivors went thorugh after an attack.
Well I suppose me learning everything first hand now will put me a step up when I graduate and am able to work as a psychologist.