Where do I begin, Where do i end?

Well here it goes, I'm going to start rambling on about something that probably only matters to me, my life. My life is something that I own and I can change. So why does it feel like no matter what I do or how hard I try to prove myself worthy it never works? Maybe it's because my life has been predetermined by the actions of my parents. Everyone expects me to turn out like my mother, pregnant at a young age, a drug addict, and even a stripper. Or possibly my father an alcoholic that doesn't realize he has a problem. Maybe that's supposed to be a reason for me to push to be a better person right? No, actually it makes me want to prove them right as pathetic as that sounds. Why shouldn't I leave the path of my life in the arms of all of the ass wholes who judge me? I know that sounds stupid but its true. They 'know' where I'm gonna end up szo why dont I just accept it?