One never knows the velocity of negative emotions before it completely overwhelms the bearer and its surrounding. The last 90+ calendar days have culminated into one razing rousing splat of red. I am almost thirty and every other game of life (and its plethora of infinite possibilities) was over for me. It was unbearable and almost sickeningly cruel in the actions (and its lack of), in the spoken words (said behind closed doors), in the people (hidden behind masks) and only when its reinvente...