I never loved my parents

I can't tell this to anyone irl because my parents aren't bad people.

I'm not going to say that I had a perfect childhood, because that would be a lie. But I will say, my childhood was as perfect as it could get, thanks to my parents. I lived in a safe neighborhood in a two-story house, went to good schools, my father earned more than average salary, my mother kept our house clean and made us healthy meal 3 times a day. 

They worked so hard for me. They probably imagined having a kid who loves them, deservingly so. But what can I do? I can't control what I like and don't like. I'm grateful for them, really, but I don't even like them. 

At this point I feel like I'm just using them. I'm an adult who's rotting in my room everyday. No job no school. And the reason why I get to do this everyday is because my parents are providing for me. The least I should be doing to pay them back is to love them, but since I don't, they are doing all of this, for nothing. 

I've seen people on the internet say, "if your child went no-contact with you, it is always your fault". But I disagree. Sometimes, the child IS the problem. I'm the child.