Conglomerate.

I don't think my parents knew what they were getting themselves into the moment

They decided to keep me

I'm a truly volatile human being.

An atrocious person.

Some say I have passion and heart,some say I have the emotions of a cactus,the Latter is wrong.

It has now become impossible to "fuck me over",or "break my heart".

I've seemed to have numbed myself to that by years of going through it.

I'm not sad,or depressed of regretful.

Just angry. Not a begrudging anger,just an anger for everything and anything.

I'm happy yet dissatisfied.

It's gonna take a while to numb that feeling as well.

I just want to die a stoic pastiche.