That's the best word to describe the current relationship with my parents, hate, loathing, disgust, despise, any of them work. If I wasn't blind in an eye, could drive, and had a better paying job, I'd almost certainly move out immediately, though not without one final 'conversation' to tell them EXACTLY how much I wish they would die in a burning hole, as well as to inform them I most likely will never re-establish contact. But the discouraging truth is that in my current physical state, I wouldn't last a week in the world. So I have no choice but to remain right where I am, slowly drowning in a sea of rage and hate. Emotions I intend on returning to the instigator at a point far in the future. If this seems excessively dark, well, at this moment I don't give a fuck, not one.