How I feel about leaving my parents...

It's not that easy... I hate them, more than anything. Then the fact that I hate them makes me hate myself even more, because in some sick way I know that I could never hate them as much as I want to. I live in a highly homophobic house, I'm picked at constantly... but in my head it's kind of like an animal who has been abused, their owner may kick them, but their still longing for that love.. even if they don't know why anymore, even if their terrified of the people who kick them.. they still get back up, hoping next time they'll get a petted instead. That's how I feel.